Twilight Prophecy [NOOK Book]


According to ancient prophecy, there's only one chance to avert the complete annihilation of the Undead. Twins James William and Brigit Poe, part human, part vampire, believe that they are that chance. In truth, the key lies with the reclusive—and mortal—scholar Lucy Lanfair.

As Armageddon approaches, antivampire sentiment fuels a war neither side can win, driving James to abandon his moral code and draw Lucy into a deadly battle she wants no ...

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According to ancient prophecy, there's only one chance to avert the complete annihilation of the Undead. Twins James William and Brigit Poe, part human, part vampire, believe that they are that chance. In truth, the key lies with the reclusive—and mortal—scholar Lucy Lanfair.

As Armageddon approaches, antivampire sentiment fuels a war neither side can win, driving James to abandon his moral code and draw Lucy into a deadly battle she wants no part of.

But Lucy soon realizes that she holds this powerful immortal's soul in her hands and that it's her destiny not only to stop a war but to save him from his inner darkness. If she fails, his race will die—and so will her heart. Is the power of love strong enough to save the world?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459201514
  • Publisher: MIRA
  • Publication date: 5/1/2011
  • Series: Children of Twilight Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 212,129
  • File size: 850 KB

Meet the Author

NY Times bestselling author Maggie Shayne has published more than fifty novels & is best known for her “Twilight” vampire series, “Wings in the Night,” & her chilling romantic suspense. Wiccan High Priestess, legal clergy, tarot reader, advice columnist, former soap opera writer, & RITA Award winner, the author lives in rural Cortland County NY with her partner Lance, 2 mastiffs, a bulldog, cat, bearded dragon & reef aquarium.
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James dressed in white. White lab coat, white scrubs, white cross-trainers. Sometimes he broke it up with a colored shirt, but for these visits, he mostly stuck with white. Made him fit in.

That was important to him. Fitting in. Though deep down, he knew he didn't. Not anywhere. He was one of a kind. One of a pair, really, but even his twin was his opposite.

Fitting in here, though—or at least, projecting the appearance of doing so—was necessary. A matter of life and death, and maybe part of the elusive thing he'd been seeking his entire life: a reason for his existence.

He nodded in a friendly, confident way to the people he passed in the antiseptic, cluttered corridors of New York Hospital for Children. It was a busy place, even after visiting hours. As soon as he saw his chance, James ducked into one of the patient rooms.

And then he paused and went silent as he turned to look.

There, asleep in the bed, lay a little girl who slept with a knit hat pulled down over her head to cover the fact that she had no hair. No eyebrows, though that was harder to hide, despite the dimness of the room. There was a sickly sweet scent clinging to her, the scent of cancer. And while most human beings wouldn't have been able to detect it, he could. He wasn't entirely human, after all, much as he hated to admit that. Vampiric blood ran in his veins, heightening his senses well beyond the norm. So he smelled the cancer mingling with the stronger scents of antibiotics and the iodine concoction that stained her skin near every puncture wound. The little girl's arms looked as if they'd been used for pincushions. It was barely 9:00 p.m. but she was asleep, her body exhausted. Her spirit worn down. Her name was Me-linda. She was ten years old.

And she was terminal.

His eyes on the sleeping child, he moved closer to the bed. Watching her, keeping his steps silent, he reached out his open hands and laid them gently on the center of her chest, palms down, thumbs touching. He closed his eyes, and opened his heart.

"Doctor?" a woman asked.

James opened his eyes but didn't move his hands. He hadn't noticed the woman sitting beside the bed. Hadn't even checked to be sure the room was empty. This little girl had been his entire focus. And he thought that for as long as he'd been sneaking in and out of hospital rooms by night, he really ought to know better.

He just got so caught up in his work….

"What are you doing?" the woman asked.

He smiled and met her eyes, willing the unnatural glow in his own to bank itself, to hide from her. "Just feeling her heartbeat."

The woman—the little girl's mother, if physical resemblance was anything to go by—lifted her brows. He saw her clearly, despite the darkness of the room. "Isn't that what your stethoscope is for?"

"Do you mind if I finish?" He inserted authority into his tone this time. That was what a real doctor would do, after all. "You're welcome to stay, but I do need silence."

Frowning, Melinda's mother rose from her chair to watch him. He kept his hands on the girl and felt them growing warmer, knew that soon he would give himself away. He had to distract her. "Would you mind getting me her chart? It's over on her nightstand, I believe."

Nodding, though still obviously suspicious of him, she moved to the nightstand. And James let the power he'd felt rising up in him continue to move through him, into his hands and into the child. A soft golden-yellow glow emanated from his palms for a long moment, and he let it, not stopping even when he knew the mother was turning back toward him. Even when he knew from her sharp gasp, that she'd seen.

The power would flow as long as it needed to. Sometimes it took a second, sometimes a minute. But only it knew when it was finished.

"What is that?" the woman asked. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Shh," he whispered. "Just a moment, please."

"A moment my ass. Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? What's your name?"

The light beamed brighter.

"God, what is that?" And then she was striding to the door, flinging it open. "Help! Someone help me, there's a stranger in here and he's—"

He lost her words in the softness of the hum that filled his head. It was a vibration, a harmonic tone that made his entire body vibrate in resonance with it, and it felt like…well, he couldn't describe what it felt like. Never had been able to. But he thought it must be what it felt like for one's soul to leave one's body at death and to emerge into oneness with the universe. It felt like bliss and perfection and wonder and ecstasy.

The glow died. His hands cooled. A nurse came running, and the room's lights came on. Blinding and harsh. As he lifted his head and finally refocused on the here and now, he became aware of several people standing in the doorway, frozen in that suspended moment before action set in.

But his main focus was on the little girl. Her eyes were open and staring into his, and she knew. He knew she knew. The exchange between them was real and utterly silent, overloaded with meaning. She might not be able to describe it or explain it or even understand it, but on a soul-deep level she knew what had just happened between them. He smiled warmly and gave a nod of affirmation, and he saw the relief, and then the joy, in her eyes.

She smiled back at him, and then someone was grabbing him, pulling his arms behind his back and holding them there, while another someone snatched the name badge from the lapel of his white coat and said, "Call the police."

"The police are already here," said a familiar—and welcome—female voice. "He's been lurking around here for a while," the uniformed "officer" explained. "Someone already called it in." She took hold of his arm. "Come on, buddy. Let's you and me have a little talk in private."

"I want to know what this was all about," the mother demanded.

"Can I see some ID?" one of the nurses said at the same time, addressing his captor.

"Yeah, yeah," Brigit said, her impatience palpable. "How about I get him out of the poor kid's room first, huh? I'll need to question each of you just as soon as I have him securely tucked away in the backseat of my car. Do not go anywhere."

She moved behind James as she spoke, and he felt metal on his wrists, then heard the telltale click of handcuffs snapping tight. She certainly was pouring it on. She took him by an elbow and turned to lead him out of Melinda's room. As the door swung closed behind him, a tiny, beautiful voice said, "It's okay, Mamma. I think he was a angel. Not the kind that comes to take you away. The kind that comes to make you better."

He smiled as he heard those words. Yes. This was his purpose. It was the only thing that gave him any pleasure at all in this isolated, lonely life of his: using his healing gift to save the innocent.

Then his captor shoved him into the elevator, and they rode in silence to the ground floor. He looked her up and down. Her Goldilocks curls were bundled up tight, and her pale blue eyes, with their ebony rings, refused to meet his. When the elevator doors opened, she escorted him unceremoniously outside to her waiting car—a baby-blue, fiftieth anniversary edition Thunderbird—where she opened the passenger door.

He got in. She went around, got behind the wheel and started the engine. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. "Turn toward the door," she ordered.

James turned toward the side window, so his back and cuffed wrists faced her. She inserted the key, twisted it and the cuffs sprang free. But even as he brought his hands around in front of him, he saw one of the nurses from Melinda's room coming through the hospital doors, frowning as she moved toward the car.

"Incoming," he muttered.

And then the nurse had rounded the car and was tapping on Brigit's window.

Brigit rolled it down in the middle of the nurse's "I knew it! You're not a cop at all, you're—"

Brigit released a growl like that of a panther about to strike. Not human, that sound. It sent chills up even James's spine. He knew she'd exposed her fangs, and probably showed her glowing eyes, as well.

The nurse backed away so fast she fell on her ass, and then Brigit hit the gas and they pulled away, tires squealing before catching pavement and launching the T-Bird into motion.

"That was unnecessary."

She glanced his way, fangs still visible, eyes still aglow. "Says who?"

"Says me. And will you put those damned things away?"

She shrugged, but relaxed enough to let the razor-sharp incisors retract. Her eyes returned to their normal striking ice-blue shade. "So are you done bitching now? Ready to throw in a 'Hi, sis. Thanks for saving my ass back there. Great to see you again.'?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "It is good to see you again, little sister. How are you?"

"I'm good. So far. And you?"


"Typical. One-word answers always were your thing. And I see you're still trying out ways to use your gift. You decide to eradicate death altogether now, or just for those you deem too young to die?"

He lowered his head. "I didn't need your help, you know. I do this sort of thing all the time."

"I know you do. Unlike you, big brother, I care enough to keep track of my kin."

He closed his eyes. "I'd see you more often if you didn't give me this lecture every single freaking time."

"What lecture? The one about abandoning your family? About turning your back on what you truly are, J.W.?"

"It's James."

"It's J.W. It's always been J.W., and it'll always be J.W."

"And I didn't abandon my family or turn my back on what I am."

"No? When's the last time you exposed your fangs, J.W.? When's the last time you tasted human blood?"

The last time.? It had been when he and his sister—his twin—had been adolescents, and their honorary "aunt" Rhiannon had insisted they imbibe. From a glass, not a warm pulsing throat, and still it had repulsed him.

"You're lying to yourself," Brigit said. "It was delicious. It set your soul on fire and left you craving more, and you know it as well as I do."

He was startled, but only briefly. "I'm not used to being around someone who can read my every thought."

"Yeah, well, whose fault is that?"

"Look, I admit, the blood was.appealing. That's what repulsed me. I don't want to be.that way. And I'm not denying who I am, I'm choosing who I want to be, even while trying to discover why I'm here, why I was given this power." He turned his palms up and stared at them, as he had so often throughout his life. "Power over life and death."

"You've always been so sure there's a reason," she said softly.

"I know there is, Brigit."

She nodded. "Well, I hate to admit this, bro, but you're right. There is a reason. And I have recently discovered what it is."

He stared at his beautiful twin, his opposite in almost every way. And yet they were the only two of their kind. He was certain she was kidding at first, because she had always teased and taunted him about his yearning for meaning, his quest for understanding. His innate sense of goodness and morality. But she didn't laugh or even smile at him this time. And her face was stone serious.

"You think you know why we were born?"

"Yeah. And it's not to run along the seashore revivifying dead starfish and tossing them back into the waves like you did when we were kids, or to cure little girls with cancer." She licked her lips and shot him a quick look. "That's what you did, just now, isn't it? Cured her?"

He felt warm all over, and his smile was genuine. "Yeah. She's gonna be just fine."

Brigit's lips curved upward, too, before she bit back the smile and put her trademark stern expression back in place. She was a hard-ass. Or at least she liked people to think she was. They'd played these roles all their lives, and he often wondered why she'd taken to hers as easily as he had taken to his.

His was easy. He was the good twin. The healer. The golden child.

Hers was a harder role to embrace. She was the bad twin. The destroyer, in a manner of speaking. And yet she'd never once complained about the label, even mostly seemed to try to live up to the tag—or rather, live down to it.

"Well?" he asked at length. "Are you going to tell me?"

"I think I have to show you." She nodded at a magazine that was rolled up and tucked into the cup holder between them.

He sighed, about to argue with her, but when he met her eyes, he found her mind open, as well. Nothing hidden, no barriers, which was a very rare thing for his sister. He narrowed his eyes and felt only sincerity coming from her. No pretense, no hidden motives.

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  • Posted March 30, 2011

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    Four stars!

    If you know me, then you know I enjoy vampire fiction. But like any other reader, it still needs to be good. I'm fairly open-minded; Stephenie Meyer wants her vampires to glitter in the sun, J.R. Ward's vampires only drink from each other and not humans. I can get behind both of those, because both authors are using the power of imagination.

    Maggie Shayne's Twilight Prophecy is WONDERFUL. She carefully and artfully blends history with her imagination to tell the compelling, riveting story of a race on the brink of an apocalypse, and likely, extinction. These vampires do not glitter in the sun, they do not stalk teenager girls whilst asleep. Oh no, these vampires are real. And they live undetected among you and I, eking out an existence by pretending to be the very people they are not.

    What I truly loved is that Shayne takes characters, and certainly, villains, from our history and tells us, "They are not what you think." Vlad, the Impaler, for example: he wasn't just your ordinary Romanian dictator from the Middle Ages. Legendary Gilgamesh? Not your everyday Sumerian ruler. You might think it's pretty outlandish to include characters that have a far-reaching history in our world, but Maggie Shayne crafts a story of a race against time & history that is so well done, you just might stop to think that anything's possible.

    I really enjoyed this story and I can't wait for the next book in the series!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 2, 2012

    Another home run for Maggie Shayne!!

    I started the "Children of Twilight" series knowing that they would be the last two books dedicated to the beloved vams that I grew up with. With each new book in the series I thought "This one was my favotite" or "This couple was my favorite". I am still partial to Edge (Edgar) and Amber Lily, who are the parents of the hybrid twins in this series but J.W. and Lucy have such a great dynamic that it's a close call. I think that the bond forged by the impending doom they face has made for excellent reading and, in true Maggie Shayne fashion, the writing draws you in and keeps you wanting more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2011

    Amazing story. Leaves u wanting more

    Thoroughly enjoyed this book. Could not put it down. Must get the rest of the series. Loved the story and characters.

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  • Posted October 19, 2011

    Yet another great read in the Wings in the Night Series!

    Twilight Prophecy really reminded me of why I fell in love with this series over ten years ago. It brought back many characters from throughout the series and made me want to reread the entire series so I could revisit those characters' stories. This book focuses on James (one of Amber Lily's twins) and Lucy and their journey to prevent the annihilation of the vampire species. Thankfully, I already have Twilight Fulfilled on my nook because the ending of this Twilight Prophecy will leave you wanting to dive into the next book to learn more.

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  • Posted May 5, 2011

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    Twilight Prophecy is a sensational addition to an already outstanding series!

    The novel centers on one of Amber Lily's (now full-grown) twins, James a.k.a. J.W. Both James and Bridget are one quarter human and three quarters vampire, and they are very similar to the yin yang, one good one bad, one the healer and the other the destroyer. But appearances can be deceiving.

    It's a race against time with an apocalypse looming and the vampire race on the brink of extinction. James takes up the mantle as healer and savior, throwing away his beliefs and risking the one woman he loves to save all.

    Shayne keeps to the overall series arc in Twilight Prophecy with DPI, a secret government agency, out to destroy all vampires. We meet both new and old characters throughout the story and it's been a long while since I've read this series but it took me no time to get back into the plot though I had to think back and place some of the characters.
    The pace did drag a lot but Shayne blends history, myths and imagination for an interesting mix and a wonderful story. There is romantic tension that keeps your heart tied up in knots and the characters are intriguing.
    The ending was tied up nicely for the couple but left threads hanging for the continuation of the series. The cliffhanger was well written, and didn't leave me frustrated but still anticipating the next novel.

    Full of romance, suspense, mystery, action and lots of drama Twilight Prophecy was a great read! It also can be read as a stand-alone but is so much better with the rest of the series.

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  • Posted April 18, 2011

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    Readers will enjoy this engaging entry, which sets up nicely the next confrontation

    Twins James and Brigit Poe are hybrid human-vampire with the latter being the more prevalent. As far as they know they are a unique freak of nature. Each shares much in common, but also possesses different skills.

    The siblings believe that everything and everyone has a purpose and theirs has to do with preventing the extinction of the Undead race. James and Brigit feel the answer lies with archeologist Dr. Lucy Lanfair, a Chosen One who can turn into a vampire. As the annihilation predicted by an ancient prophecy seems imminent and war between species likely, Lucy is abducted as her kidnappers want her to take them to James. However, instead Lucy and James end up teaming up to use his healing skill in what he thought was an amoral way and what the reluctant professor did not know she possessed to resurrect the five millennium dead Utanapishtim in a desperate attempt to prevent species cleansing.

    It is highly recommended newcomers read at least the Children of Twilight saga of the Wings in the Night fantasy series (see Prince of Twilight, TWILIGHT HUNGER and EMBRACE THE TWILIGHT) to fully savor the bite of this superior paranormal tale. The story line is fast-paced and filled with action as James wonders if he is letting out the genie who will fulfill the prophesy and destroy the Undead while Lucy the scholar wants nothing to do with this dangerous field work. Readers will enjoy this engaging entry, which sets up nicely the next confrontation.

    Harriet Klausner

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