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Elfin

  Book 1 in the Elfin Series

  By Quinn Loftis

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  Elfin

  Copyright © 2012 Quinn Loftis Books LLC

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  Acknowledgments

  There are so many people that I want to say thank you to, so many people who made this book possible. Thank you to the Wolf Pack, you girls are amazing! Thank you to the Quinnesentials, the street team who so diligently promotes my books. Thank you to all my ARC readers who take their time to read and then post reviews. Thank you to my editors, you all are amazing and I couldn’t do this without you. Thank you to my family for all your support and encouragement. Most importantly, to those who take their time and money to read my books. I’m humbled and honored by you all! From the bottom of my heart , thank you.

  Dedication

  For my best friend and husband, thank you for your support, your input, your critiques, you encouragement, and most of all thank you for being all the inspiration I need to write a love story. You are my soul mate, the only one for me and I’m honored to be your wife. Thank you to my precious son for smiling at me when I truly need a smile and just being the awesome kid he is.

  Table of Contents

  Important Elvish terms

  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

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Sneak Peak Tiffany King

  Important Elvish Terms

  A'maelamin (My beloved)

  Amin mela lle (I love you)

  Im harma le (I treasure you)

  Amin naa lle nai (I am yours to command)

  Arwenamin (My lady)

  Sereg'wethrin (Assassin)

  Lle amin (you are mine)

  Melethron (lover, masculine)

  Sh'mai (Beloved of my soul)

  Almare (Bliss) Plant being used to make Rapture.

  Lotse (flower) lótë

  Tirith (Guardians loyal to Triktapic- Tyndril and Tao)

  Prologue

  “Humans are not to see the Elfin in their true form. They are not to know of our realm. If a human does see an Elfin in their true form their life is forfeit.” ~ Book 1 Law of the Elfin

  “You summoned me?” Trik knelt before Lorsan and his mate Ilyrana, the leaders of the dark elves. He kept his eyes on the floor as he waited for his King to address him and tried not to show his irritation at having to wait.

  Lorsan stood, tall like most males of his race. He wore traditional black fitted pants and a black fitted shirt made of a supple material that moved with the body so as to prevent any hindrance of movement during battle. His warriors donned black vests while he wore a vest of gray. His boots came up over his pants and laced up his calves. These were also crafted in such a way as to provide maximum efficiency in battle. They hugged the foot and calves so well that one wearing them couldn’t even tell that he sported any footwear at all. His hair was long, hanging down past the middle of his back and dark as midnight. His eyes were catlike in shape and glowed a deep shade of gold. He was handsome according to the females of his race though a human might find him quite disarming.

  He folded his arms across his chest as he continued to stare at his most faithful warrior.

  “Tamsin is planning something.” Lorsan’s mouth tightened as he said the name of the leader of the light elves. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at Trik. “I need to know what it is.”

  “Forgive my boldness but why do you believe he is planning something?” Trik asked.

  “Oh for goodness sake, stand up,” Lorsan told him in exasperation. “Since when do you submit to anyone with such grace? It doesn’t suit you and frankly it bores me.”

  Trik stood slowly with the grace of a cat unfolding itself from a long nap. He looked at Lorsan with a smirk and brushed his long, dark hair from his face; hair so dark that it held a purple hue and shimmered in the firelight from the torches that lined the walls of the throne room.

  “Far be it from me to be the one to bore you. How shall I entertain you my Liege?” Trik asked giving a dramatic bow. “Shall I dance? Perhaps sing you a song, one of the old ones? Enchant you with one of the many stories of how the dark elves have corrupted the innocent and bathed in the blood of our enemies? Or maybe you would like me to wow you with magic and mind blowing feats of daring?” Trik rose from his bow and winked at the smiling Queen, obviously enjoying his flippantness.

  “What I would like, Triktapic, is for you to do what you do best. Be invisible. Follow Tamsin’s warriors to the human realm and find out why they have been spending so much time there.”

  “Do you want me to bring one of the pasty ones back?” Trik asked. Lorsan snorted at the nickname his most trusted spy had given the light elves, poking fun at their immutable pale skin.

  “No, I don’t want to draw their attention just yet,” said Lorsan. “Just hide and watch. Leave immediately.” Lorsan dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

  Trik let out a chuckle at his King’s seemingly careless brush-off. He walked slowly toward the door waiting for the inevitable.

  “Oh and Trik,” Lorsan’s voice carried through the room echoing off the high ceiling.

  “Liege?” Trik asked not bothering to turn back around.

  “Try not to get yourself killed. I would hate to have to train another spy and assassin.”

  “Since you put it that way, I’ll have to stay alive. We both know that there is none such as I,” Trik chuckled.

  Lorsan let out an exasperated breath. He knew Trik was right; there was no other elf that even came close to matching Trik’s talents, if that’s what you wanted to call them. When it came to covert operations and undetected killing, no elves, light or dark, could compare.

  “And stay away from the human females,” he heard Lorsan’s raised voice as he shut the door behind him. Just before it closed, Trik responded. “No promises there.”