Praise for Jacquelyn Frank…
“Jacquelyn Frank’s Nightwalker series depicts an engrossing alternate world, drawn in prose that is lush and lyrical.”—Linda Howard
“Jacquelyn Frank knows how to write an intense, rip-roaring good read!”—Cathy Maxwell
“Jacquelyn Frank is a fresh new voice, a stunning new talent. I look forward to the next book.”—Sherrilyn Kenyon
“An astonishing, fresh, captivating voice—paranormal fans will devour this book!”—Lori Foster
“I cannot say enough good things about this new series. Ms. Frank has created an intriguing alternate universe populated with some fascinating people.”—www.aromancereview.com
…and her enchanting first novel, Jacob: The Nightwalkers
“Jacki Frank’s Jacob: The Nightwalkers is filled with mesmerizing, breathtaking, scorching sex—and filled with unforgettable characters.”—Christine Feehan
“Like the most delicious chocolate, Jacob: The Nightwalkers is rich, dark, and satisfies every craving.”—Joann Ross
“The pantheon of hot paranormal authors just expanded to include a bright new talent in the form of Frank. Exploding onto the scene with a fresh voice and an original viewpoint, this debut author is a huge find. Her vivid alternate reality centers on a brand-new culture that is absorbing and filled with highly intriguing characters. Keep your eye on this author and this series, they are both going places.”—Romantic Times (4½ stars, Top Pick)
“Jacob by Jacquelyn Frank is highly intense and extremely action packed. Thrown for a loop from page one, I could not put this book down until I finished.”—www.romancejunkies.com
Also by Jacquelyn Frank
Jacob: The Nightwalkers
Elijah: The Nightwalkers
Published by Zebra Books
GIDEON
THE NIGHTWALKERS
JACQUELYN FRANK
ZEBRA BOOKS
Kensington Pubishing Corp.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This time there is only one entity upon which I would like to focus all my gratitude:
To Kensington Publishing
For all that you have done, for every single sector or group or individual who has had anything and everything to do with the creation of the Nightwalkers series as it stands on the shelves today and in the future.
My special thanks to the sales force who made a first-time author come out with an astounding first-time print run with Jacob. You people are incredible and I dedicate this book, its beauty, and its successes to you. Every time you see it or Jacob on a shelf in the store, you should feel the outrageous pride that comes from a job not just well done, but done in splendor.
To the art department, I LOVE THIS COVER!
And Kate: You are a goddess, my ultimate cheerleader, and the driving force behind everything that is happening for this series. You baby me, spoil me, and scold me as necessary but you never, never once, lost faith in me or this series.
Just so you know that I am aware I am the luckiest lady in the world.
Thanks to all of you.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Prologue
“We must enforce ourselves more strictly as the time approaches. In the age of the rebellion of the Earth and Sky, when Fire and Water break like havoc upon all the lands, the Eldest of the old will return, will take his mate, and the first child of the element of Space will be born, playmate to the first child of Time, born to the Enforcers…”
—The Lost Demon Prophecy
The Vampire eyed the Demon before him with a lengthy, contemplative gaze of midnight blue. The black centers of his eyes were slightly oval in shape, the contour just enough of an oddity to incite one’s curiosity, beckoning one to lean in closer, to gaze and study them just a little deeper, to stumble into them like a well-spun web. Since such temptations could not lure the Demon, the Vampire’s only intention of close study was strictly for scrutiny as he tried to decipher the silent figure’s purpose.
With uncharacteristic patience and largesse, the Vampire leaned back in his chair and casually hooked an ankle over one knee as he did so. As usual, the Demon was biding his time before he began to speak about whatever it was that was on his mind, whatever it was that had brought the Ancient to the Vampire’s lair. It was always good that he put so much care of thought into his speech, the Vampire mused to himself, because when this Demon spoke it was often to lay brutal truths at the feet of whomever he was conversing with. As admirable a trait as that was, it was not so refreshing as one might expect it to be, particularly when it heralded pivotal occurrences in the lives of the Nightwalker races.
Since time had begun, ages before the mortals had spread across this earth like an intemperate pandemic, there had been the Nightwalkers. The Dark Cultures. Those who basked in the moon for their daylight, and slept or hid from the sun when its acidic rays would try to touch their susceptible skins or minds. The clans had run with the wild beasts of Nature, their special gifts rooted in Her ways, keeping them connected to the soil, the free creatures, and the pulsing, magmatic center of Her heart. And though in the modern age the mortals were the dominant population by a dramatic percentage, the Nightwalkers yet lived. The Dark Cultures were preserved, each
