Dark Heart

Dark Heart

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by Margaret Weis, David Baldwin

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or something,
is ripping
the hearts from
living men.

Justinian, Lord Sterling, has lived for centuries, serving an ancient entity known only as the Dragon. Immortality is Justin's reward. But to keep it, he must keep killing.

Lt. Sandra McCormick is a dedicated cop, a loner whose job is


or something,
is ripping
the hearts from
living men.

Justinian, Lord Sterling, has lived for centuries, serving an ancient entity known only as the Dragon. Immortality is Justin's reward. But to keep it, he must keep killing.

Lt. Sandra McCormick is a dedicated cop, a loner whose job is her refuge from a twisted past. But to keep it, she must stop the killing.

Two loners, each stalking the other. Each destined to be the other's savior--and downfall. For love, unexpected, unstoppable, draws them together. And love is the one vice the Dragon will not allow . . .

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Dragon's Disciple , #1
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Chapter One

Justin lay hidden, watching, as the girl entered her room, shut the door, and locked it. He sighed inwardly. She wasn't really a girl, but to him, she seemed so young. All of them did, all the girl-women who filled this modern world.

Her fairy face could transform from child to woman and back again in half a minute, allowing him to peer through her thin veneer of adulthood to the child beneath. The cosmetics she applied, the clothes she wore, the airs she affected, these were her defenses: the thorns of a rosebush that thought itself invulnerable, safely ignorant of the world's sharp shears. Shears to which youthful thorns were no threat at all.

She paused in front of the mirror and stared at her image. Standing behind her, he knew the silvered surface would show nothing but her own reflection against the walls of her bedroom, though he was close enough to touch her.

He wondered what she would do if he materialized behind her. He could do it merely by wishing to. But he had no wish to terrify her, especially not now as she reached out to touch the glass before her, fingers brushing gently over the reflection of her face. He wondered what she was thinking.

With a small sigh, she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it away. The silk fluttered down, a silent ripple of creamy femininity.

She crossed to her closet, hips swaying. She opened the door, looked inside, riffled through the clothing there. She tossed a few things onto the bed. The air smelled of her; he drank in her scent and sighed again.

She turned back to the closet, paused, reached for another pair of pants, stopped. She took her jeans off,kicked them away, and stood there in her white undergarments. He willed himself to ignore the display, to concentrate on her face.

She picked up a short, flowered cotton shirt and pressed it against her shoulders, the gesture impossibly vulnerable in her ignorance of his presence.

He still considered clothes a kind of architecture. In his youth, he'd worn rich fabrics, carefully cut and finely worked. The resulting attire had obscured virtually every portion of his body except his hands and face, creating an image that only a select few could aspire to. But that time was long gone, and those rules no longer applied to current fashions.

These days, in this place, the body itself was the major architectural structure, shaped and molded by pumping iron, rigorous dance, endless hours on treadmills, starvation, distance running . . . the machines and regimented tortures that were the real tailors of this time.

Smooth, tanned skin over well-muscled flesh was the most appealing garment now. The body as a self-creation, and clothing simply stretched over it, hiding little or nothing, only accentuating. Especially true for the young . . .

The girl moved closer to the mirror. He watched her fingers work at the back of her bra. Suddenly, inexplicably embarrassed, he turned away an instant before she bared herself

He looked out the window into the beginning of the evening, listening to her movements instead of watching.

You were once this young, weren't you, Gwendolyne? And she resembles you so closely . . .

He caught the tiny, whispering hiss of her underwear sliding down her legs. A drawer opened and closed. He heard the rustle of silk moving across skin. He listened to her skirt rustle into place, to the soft sounds as she buttoned her blouse. He turned around.

Her long, dark tresses tumbled down around her shoulders. She took a comb off the dresser, her hair responding with tiny electric snaps and hisses as she pulled the teeth through.

Another half an hour and the child had become a woman. He watched her every move, from the way she twisted and styled her thick hair to the small movements her hands made as she brushed hints of rose onto her cheeks and lips.

No matter how many times he observed her, her fascination never lessened. So like Gwendolyne. The memory of his dead wife burned in the light that danced around her.

A knock sounded: "Tina?"

The girl's mother.

"Zack is downstairs."

"I'm almost ready. Tell him I'm on my way."

Tina regarded herself in the mirror, pressed her lips together experimentally, nodded. With a final murmur of approval she turned her back on the mirror, snatched her purse from the nightstand, and clicked off the light.

He stood alone in the darkness, listening to her feet patter down the hall. He knew her name. He knew her destination. Tonight, as he often did, he would follow her.

Justin walked to the dresser and picked up her comb. He removed a strand of her hair, drew it slowly through his fingers. Standing there, thinking of her, thinking of her light and his darkness, he forgot himself. His gaze crossed the mirror.

Two glowing red glints appeared, strangely glimmering beneath the surface of the glass.

Caught! His stomach clenched and his eyes ached. He gritted his teeth. The two burning slits of red grew brighter. In the mirror, wisps of crimson smoke began to drift upward from the blazing eyes.

A familiar voice filled his mind like steel searing into a mold, hissing and glowing with unbearable heat.

"My servant," It said.

"Master," he whispered.

"My own gallant knight, Justinian, the honorable Earl of Sterling," the voice mused, as if enumerating the features of a particularly prized possession. The sound wrapped him in its coils. He could feel the pressure, suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"Yes, master."

"Are you well this evening?"

"Quite well, master."

"I rejoice in the news. Do inform me, my loyal servant, of your mission here. I'm curious."

"I am merely watching, master."

"As am I. Such a fragile flower, is she not?" The Dragon's fiery gaze bored into him. "And, of course, one so easily crushed. Like all such flowers."

Meet the Author

Margaret Weis is a New York Times bestselling author. Her Dragonlance® series has sold over twenty million copies worldwide, and the first book in thatseries, Dragons of Autumn Twilight, is being made into an animated film by Paramount Pictures. Warrior Angel is her first venture into romance, and it has been an exciting one. She has particularly enjoyed writing with her daughter, Lizz Weis, a former novel editor.

David Baldwin has held a variety of jobs in his twenty-eight years, including security guard, tattoo artist, and carpenter. In addition to his writing career, he is a Harley Davidson mechanic.

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Dark Heart (Dragon's Disciple #1) 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the first of the "Dragon" series books I have read. I found this book truly spellbinding with many twists, turns and and screeching halts to backup and regoup where my mind was taking me. Read it in one sitting. Waiting for more!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is extremely well written and portrays life in a truthful way. It shows love, hate, and death in a way that is true to life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*le gasp* Nevermore stars in her own book? Kewl. I like this idea.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Encounter <br> 100 yrs ago <p> Nevermore picked up flowers and looked around the spring forest, taking in the scents. She was barely past dragonet age, so everything was good news and a new adventure. The age humans call 'teenage', and dragons call 'young dragon fools'. Either one works. <p> She found a perfect clearing for something new, and set down the book. She knew she could open portals, but, with this book, she could summon fantastical things from these portals. <br> She swiped the dust off the cover with her tail and read the title. <br> A Guide To Dark Magic <br> She knew this book was forbidden, but what's life if you can't have a little fun? <br> She skipped to the part about openning portals. <p> She drew a circle in the air with one tail, and triangles around it with another, circles in the triangles, squares in the circles, and triangles in the squares. Each triangle was perfectly equilateral. She opened her third eye and a black and purple swirl formed in the circle, creating a portal. <p> She skimmed the book and found a part about summoning demons. The couldn't open portals on their own, and could only be sent back by the one who summoned them, and they couldn't bring too much harm to the one who summoned them. Except mabye torture and possess, but she was ready for that. One of the good sides to ten lives is you can perform sui<_>cide nine times before actually getting serious about things. <br> She studdied the words and chanelled her magic to her third eye, expanding the portal. She called forth a demon. <p> A head popped out of the portal. He was shadowy, like a living shadow, with twisted horns, sharp teeth, and ended with a ghostlike tailtip. <br> He was so shadowy, so dark. So demonic. So very perfect. Otherworldly. Ghostly. Breathtaking. Graceful. Amazing. <p> Nevermore gasped, watching this amazing creature.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you want drama scifi love hate war mystery here is your book
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I've owned this book since july of 99 and it's still and excellent read. I read it at least twice a year. Very few books are this well written. I'm just waiting on the continuation.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was great and dramatic i loved the twists and turns in the book and the time a place it is set in is very different from all else i hope there is a second one made!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found Dark Heart so adictive that I really regreted going to sleep at night while I was reading it. Although I've enjoyed other books by Weis, I think that the twists in this is one are totally different. The outcome so far, just left me craving for more. It should be part of every fan of the genre's favorite collection.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I couldn't put it down and I want more books to follow.I loved the twists the authors put on religon and dragon lore. I highly recommend this book to any ready for a new perspective.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was addicted to this book from the start. what a nice twist to dragons books. I can't wait till the next one is available.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I like this book because it shows how someone can believe someone else'e lies and thier own and innocent people have to die before he realizes what he is done. I would highly recommend this book to any dragon lover or fan of Margaret Weis or David Baldwin.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was so awesome I hope they do another, I just loved this book
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book simply put will be a classic. The legends of old with a modern day twist. Such real plot line twists makes you wonder if it happened