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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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Chapter 53: Kateesha Call of Blood, Part 9

Traveling by night, it took Kateesha and Daniel a week to get to The Guild's fortifications in Iowa. Half brick, half wood, what would soon be a monstrosity was only partially finished. Kateesha could imagine the coming grandeur, but she didn't care. This was the third location since she'd come to the new country. It would move again.

Though the last move had come from New York to Massachusetts by order of their masters across the sea, this one had been Malick's choosing. "A more central location," he'd called it. And, though he did not say, closer to Jorick's new den in the Nebraska territory. She'd thought herself of moving there, nearer to her brother in blood.

Not that he would appreciate such things. He had made a home there, of sorts, and in it he had stashed a wife; a timid creature with large eyes and a trembling lip. Or, at least, her lips had trembled when Kateesha last saw her. Was it fear, or rage that had brought such a display? Kateesha neither knew, nor cared.