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Tales of the Executioners

Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. Twenty-nine short stories of love, death, heartbreak, and blood. Meet the Executioners, elite enforcers of the vampires’ laws. Walk with them through origin stories, follow them across the sea to the colonies, and run with them through the wilds, as they try to bring civilization to a land ruled by “day sleeper” clans. Fifteen interwoven stories tell the beginning of The Guild, set under the watchful - and sometimes malevolent - gaze of the ancient Malick, whose heavy shadow stretches even across the sea. Meet his favorite son, his willful daughter, his child-like pet, and many more whose jealousies, hatreds, and loves twist together to create consequences they can’t foresee.

Joleene Naylor · Seram
Peringkat tidak cukup
186 Chs

Chapter 65: Krill - Dreadful Note of Preparation, Part 3

Hugh listened to the story and rolled his eyes. "You should have used your cupid abilities on them."

Krill leaned back against the wall and sighed. "If they were strangers, perhaps, but they're not. It would complicate things later."

"Why? The attraction wears off once they're out of range."

"Yes, but they'd remember it, and see the trick. How would they trust me afterwards, knowing I manipulated them?"

"Of course, better to be murdered in your box than upset some ladies."

Krill couldn't explain it, but"I think, perhaps, they went to deal with it, to speak to the author of the letter and dissuade them from their dark plans."

"For your sake, I hope they can." Hugh shook his head. "Do you want me to bunk with you for a while? If I sleep on the floor, they'll have to trip over me first to get to you."

"Or kill you first," Krill said, his positivity slipping away. He pulled it back. "No, no, I have faith that they're doing something about it."

I just hope they succeed.

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