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

Brandle grabbed Katelina before she could move more than an inch. Her rebuke died when Zander drew the blade across his own hand. He turned back to the altar and squeezed a few drops of blood into the bowl, then knelt again.


"May the Goddess of Night accept this sacrifice in the spirit it is given. May it recompense some small portion of a debt that cannot be paid. Now we leave you in peace and gratitude. Batna, you are our queen."


Zander used the bloody bowl to douse the candles, one at a time. The task completed, he made a sign with his hand, then rose and turned to them. "You have seen that our ritual is nothing like the one you attended. I would weep for those who have strayed so far from our scriptures. I can only pray that the Goddess' judgement be swift and merciful."


Katelina relaxed. "You're right. It's nothing like the feast I was at."


Zander gathered his items. "The hour grows late. If you wish, another time I will read for you some of our scriptures."


Chapter 629