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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 · Terror
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186 Chs

Chapter 24: Byrn - At Christmas, Part 3

Byrn sheltered for the day in a farmer's barn, beneath a heap of hay. As he settled in, he thought of Halin, waiting for him at home. Her blond hair, merry brown eyes, and quick smile. When he'd met her she was already immortal, changed over the sea before coming to the colonies. Traveling with her master and mistress, and her sister-in-blood, they were a group of four who'd set up house in the wilds. Byrn had been lucky and drawn an assignment there, when a vestige of the old clans had appeared nearby. While he investigated, Halin's coven had graciously hosted him, and, when he left, he'd asked permission to return, to see her now and again. Twelve years later, they were married, after the fashion of their kind, and had their own small den.

He smiled as he remembered Halin's soft sigh, her resignation not to be married in the church. "I dreamed of such, as a child. Now it is impossible."