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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.

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186 Chs

Chapter 91: Migina - Just a Human, Part 2

Migina leaned on the shop counter and flipped through the catalog. She'd hired a carpenter to build countertops in the bathroom next week, but she hadn't decided what to do with the actual bedroom yet.

"We have a very nice suite collection. It's new," the salesman suggested, motioning to the glossy pages she flipped past.

"I don't need a new bedroom. I already have one. And I have a sitting room," she added, before he could suggest it.

The vampire behind the counter gave an impatient huff, but kept his tone and expression friendly. "Then may I ask what you're looking for?"

Migina flipped another page to gaze at shiny oak bookcases. "I don't know. I have an extra room, but-"

"Ah!" The salesman tugged the catalog away from her and flipped several pages, stopping on a modern grouping. "Might I suggest a lounge? They're very popular."

Migina frowned at the orange upholstered furniture, the pendant lights, and even the fake-wood stereo cabinet. "What would I do with a lounge?"