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. 

Pulled into a world of darkness, Katelina's fate becomes intertwined with that of Jorick, a dark, enigmatic vampire. To stay by his side, she must navigate intrigue, terror and bloodshed as they are drawn from one battle to another. Dreams of peace seem elusive, and are complicated by mysterious vampires, old relics, and an ancient master. Join Katelina and Jorick in a world where vampires don't sparkle and night is eternal.

Amaranthine

Katelina tried not to look at their welcome committee. Both had done things she could never forget and never forgive. Once again the scene at The Guild came to mind, Griselda marching with her fellows behind her master, crunching the fallen bodies of the dead. It faded to be replaced by a snowy scene in Japan where Griselda and Arlen had fought together, she firing her massive gun and Arlen swooping in and out, striking and then disappearing. It had been the wind walker who'd fought Verchiel among the cliffs and left him for dead, pale, bloodless, and impaled on a rock. She wouldn't be surprised if the pair of them didn't do something equally horrible today.


Katelina glanced around. Her eyes touched on several buildings and a high fence topped in razor wire. In the distance she imagined she could make out the rubble of the destroyed village.


Chapter 403