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

It wasn't long afterward that they laid out a large piece of vinyl on the floor, and the pottery breaking began. Guests threw a collection of plates and cups, smashing them to shards on the vinyl. Even Verchiel joined in, a woman Katelina didn't recognize laughing next to him. 


When they'd been through the pile of crockery, Sadihra and Wolfe were handed brooms to "clean up together". 


"I saw this in a movie once," Xandria said. "It's supposed to symbolize them working together to fix things, or whatever."


Though Katelina couldn't see Wolfe's face, she could see Sadihra's; the way her eyes shone, the curve of her smile. She thought about the Scharfrichterin's answer, the only changes are those you allow to happen. The words felt wise, though Katelina wasn't sure she was ready for the wisdom.


Her musing died when she noticed several of the Scharfrichter look suddenly to Wolfe, mischief gleaming in their eyes. He backed away, but they pounced as one. 


Chapter 508