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. 


Tales of the Executioners

Though Beldren had been annoying, Philip mused over the implications of his news. The Hand of Death, or Jorick, as was his name, was Malick's fledgling and one of the original Executioners. Philip had worked under him, and had only gotten promoted to Executioner when he left. ?


Philip still remembered it; he'd been on duty that night. Jorick had stormed the citadel, slashing and killing everything in his path as he made his way to Malick  the master he planned to kill. The details of why were sketchy to Philip. He'd heard that Jorick' wife died, that somehow he blamed Malick for it, but that was all he remembered. That and the force of Jorick's attack. Unlike many of the guards on duty, Philip had survived the onslaught and, in fact, gained his promotion because of his "bravery". Still, he'd never forgotten the Hand of Death, more monster than vampire, tearing through the ranks, his face flecked in blood.


Chapter 112: Philip - What Do You See?, Part 2