Jorick & Katelina: Chapter 1 of Heart of the Raven

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An Excerpt of Chapter One from Heart of the Raven:

Katelina stared at the sandwich as though it were an enemy. The limp tomato stared back from between layers of stale bread and suspicious lunchmeat. It was a clash of wills, and sadly the wilted lettuce won.

She tossed the sandwich on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch with a groan. It had been three days since the vampires’ underground Citadel had been attacked and the sixth floor, home to the handful of humans who lived there, had been decimated. Though many repairs had been made, the human amenities were still in shambles. Jorick had done the best he could, but the only available food was several crates of premade sandwiches.

Jorick. Boyfriend. Significant other. No label really fit the vampire but, for better or worse, she was in love with him – and she was supposed to meet him outside the audience chamber in a few minutes.

With a resigned sigh, she ate the limp sandwich in three bites, gave her long blonde hair a final pat, and charged out of the apartment and into the black carpeted corridor of the exclusive Executioners’ block. Like a private building, one had to have a special keycard to get in and out of the living area.

Outside was a public corridor. Largely undamaged, the hallway was bordered by hotel-like doors that gave way to mall style entertainment: a spa, an arcade and a movie theater. Vampires, already bored with the events of two days ago, lounged, and chatted as if it was just another day. Most ignored Katelina as she walked past.

The hair stood up on the back of her neck and Katelina hurried past them. Despite their indifference, any one of them could kill her without a second thought. Or maybe not. After all, she’d killed her share of vampires.

The thought squared her shoulders and she climbed in the elevator with a group of them. In the close quarters her courage waned. Luckily, the trip to the third floor was short. She exited quickly and turned for the audience chamber, a sense of dread in her stomach. She knew Jorick would be there, but it was little comfort. She still remembered the trial that had left Jorick sentenced to work as an Executioner, a member of The Guild’s “police squad”.

That had been Malick’s idea. Just thinking of his name was enough to make Katelina shiver. The former head of The Guild, the last time she’d seen him, he’d marched with his faithful underlings over a carpet of corpses. Worse than the sound of popping bones had been Malick’s face. Serene and gentle, like a loving father, even as he killed those he was supposed to protect.

The huge polished doors of the audience chamber loomed ahead of her, fronted by a gray suited guard, but no Jorick. She was only two minutes late. Surely he hadn’t left?

The guard eyed her with the general disdain most vampires showed. “Can I help you?”

Her first instinct was to ignore him, but she needed information. “I was sent for by Jorick, the Executioner.” It was a twist of the truth, and the title was unnecessary, but she enjoyed the way the guard’s face paled.

“They’re, uh, they’re still in session. I suppose you had better go in.”

It was her turn to falter. The last thing she wanted to do was face the remaining Executioners en masse, but it was that or pull up a bench across the hall and wither under the guard’s annoyingly superior gaze.

With a nod, she motioned to the door.

The guard opened it easily, though it weighed more than she could have moved. She swallowed her nervousness in a lump that tasted like the dried out sandwich, and marched inside.

The room was large and round, ringed by pillars and alcoves with tapestries. A crack in the vaulted ceiling hinted at the three day old battle, but everything else looked as it had the last time she’d been there. A red rug cut up the center of the room, bordered on either side by a haphazard arrangement of tables. A small cluster of chairs had been arranged to form three jagged rows. Vampires in black and silver uniforms, members of the greater guard, sat in them and stared with hopeful interest at the raised dais at the far end of the room.

Five thrones sat on the platform, meant for the members of the High Council. Above them, where the golden eye used to hang, a symbol of Malick’s power, a silver dragon winked and caught the light. No doubt it symbolized the new leadership of The Guild.

Beneath the new artwork sat the master himself, Eileifr, with long, braided blond hair and a bristling beard. Though his Nordic features were composed, the air around him seemed to crackle. Without Malick’s overwhelming presence it was suddenly obvious how terrifying Eileifr really was.

Before the platform was a table, and the remaining nine Executioners sat around it, dressed in black with silver medallions hanging around their necks; the symbol of their office. Katelina recognized them all, but only one held her attention. Jorick read a piece of paper, boredom on his face. His long black hair fell around his shoulders in a cascade of silky darkness and his pale skin gleamed like perfect marble in the light from the chandeliers. As if he sensed her scrutiny, he looked up, surprise in his dark eyes. Katelina met them; blue sky clashing with night. He cocked an eyebrow and then, as if he’d seen the answer in her mind, motioned her to wait out of the way.

He wasn’t the only one to notice her. An Executioner with crayon colored red hair also caught her attention. He offered her a fanged smile and a cheery wave. She gave him a scowl, then purposefully looked away and moved to an empty chair on the other side of the room.

Verchiel. How could he expect her to return his greeting? She and Jorick had fought over her almost-friendship with the crazy redhead, only for her to find out that he wasn’t her friend at all. He was only watching her on Malick’s orders. Why hadn’t Jorick warned her?

He did, her thoughts whispered back. But you didn’t listen.

Surrounded by vampires with various mental abilities, Katelina wasn’t sure if the thought was her own or one of theirs. It didn’t matter. It was right either way.

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Experimental Heart of the Raven Cover

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In book five the romance is still taking a backseat, but there’s a bit of a triangle that refuses to go away, so it got a feminizing purple color. The vampires leave the US and do some globe hopping as they search for an ancient relic. Not only do they visit Japan, but the Japanese images evoke tradition, agelessness and a bit of mysticism, which fit the theme of the book perfectly.


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Experimental Ashes of Deceit Cover

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The fourth book has even less emphasis on the romance, and more on the culmination of the story arch with Oren and Malick. A lot of things are wrapped up. I went for purpley-blue to give it the edge of feminine. The bulk of the heavy action takes place underground, which doesn’t lend itself to a silhouette, but there are some defining scenes at a country house, so I went for that. I could also claim that the lonely scene emphasizes that, as a human among vampires, Katelina is alone among the monsters.

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Experimental Ties of Blood Cover

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Book three  is faster paced with less emphasis on the hunky hero and more on a new character, who wants desperately to involve himself in a triangle just because I told him not to. The highway and the red color scheme reflect the fast pace, as well as the conflict. Not to mention red happens to be the new character’s main color.

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Experimental Legacy of Ghosts Cover

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For book two I swapped out the heavy pink/red color of the original cover for a simple blue because, though there is some heavy romance moments, the main challenge in the story is the characters’ regret and how to deal with that. This also contributes to the choice of the graveyard motif, which not only conveys the regret and lost moments, but also gives it a gothy, vampire-ish tone. Plus it looks cool.

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Experimental Shades of Gray Cover

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It was supposed to stay red like the original cover, but it turned kind of orangey, but I liked it, so I left it. As for design elements, since the first book does have a heavier romance element it got a hunky hero silhouette. I could give you a lot of crap about the symbolism of the tree, but really I just like trees. Plus they look cool.

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To Immortalize or Not… The Poll Results!

The poll results are in, and it looks like the majority of voters want Katelina to…. stay human!

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  • There’s no rush. I like her being human.           23% 
  • After they defeat Malick, but before the next bad guy(s)        14% 
  • book 5 – come on already and get it over with!        11%
  • right before they defeat Malick       11% 
  • You should have already done it!         9%
  • book 6 – we can wait a little longer        9% 
  • I don’t care. Whenever.       7% 
  • In the last book of the series      7%
  • In book 7     5%
  • In the next to the last book in the series     5% 
  • Never. Kill her off at the end.     0%

In an unofficial poll, interestingly enough, the romantics were out in force and voted that Jorick should be the one to turn her. Will they get their way? We shall have to wait and see but, for now, she is still human, anyway.  Now, back to work!

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Special Edition Official Release!

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Hello! This is Katelina from Joleene Naylor’s Amaranthine series. I’d like to announce that the (un) awaited Special Editions Vols I and II are finally available everywhere. And here to tell us more about them is my author!

*Verchiel strolls in* Um, that’s a no go. Our amazing author is too busy.

Katelina: You’re joking.  What am I supposed to do with the rest of this post? I guess that’s it folks. Here are the links to grab your own copies of the Special Editions:

Amaranthine Special Edition Vol I:

paperback
Amazon Kindle
B&N Nook
Smashwords
Sony ebook

Amaranthine Special Edition Vol II:

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paperback
Amazon Kindle
B&N Nook
Smashwords
Sony ebook

Verchiel: Wait, wait. What’s that? It doesn’t make people want to check it out. You have to tell them why they want to. You have to make them excited! Offer them some cookies, some punch, maybe a balloon!

K: You go ahead. besides, why do they want to check the Special Editions out? They probably already have the books, so why buy them again?

V: That’s true. Though there is a bunch of bonus content, like character artwork, flash fiction, links to downloadable content, deleted scenes and character interviews.

K: You mean those interviews where the blog readers asked us questions?

V: Those are the ones. Jo tidied them up a bit, but they’re basically the same. So for all those who asked questions, if you’d like to see your name in print…

K: And what deleted scenes?

V: You know, the Lost Chapters from Legacy of Ghosts. Geeze, where have you been?

K: And character artwork? that’s weak.

V: Not at all. Some of it is new, and the Executioner gallery has never been published anywhere before except those cool cards she gave away to three people.

K: Fine, so there’s a little bit of bonus content. Still not worth buying it.

V: You’re a tightwad. But fine, if someone already owns them then maybe it’s not worth it. What if they don’t, though  What if they’ve put off buying the ebooks, or even the paperbacks? I’ve done the math an it’s cheaper to buy the two special editions than it is to buy all four paperbacks. And as for the ebooks it works out to the same price for the Special Editions as buying all four individually, and there’s still bonus features. You can’t get better than that. And they make the perfect gift! What could be better than two books in one? Especially when I’m in them?

K: How about two books you’re NOT in? I just don’t see the point in combining them, except to give them shiny new covers without admitting that her old covers need some work.

V: You’re pretty negative when it comes to our wonderful author, aren’t you? The point is to put them together the way they were meant to be. If you remember, there were originally two loooooong books she split into four.

K: Whatever you say. Since you seem so enthusiastic about this, you finish the post up. I’m going to go do something more interesting like take a bath or watch paint dry. It’s not like our author cared enough to even show.

V: She’s very busy this month.

K: Yeah, writing more horrible crap happening to me. Oh boy, oh boy. Seriously, have fun. *leaves*

V: You’ll have to excuse her, dear readers. I’m afraid she’s a little bitter right now because… well, no spoilers, but let’s say Munich isn’t working out like she planned. In the meantime, if you haven’t completed your Amaranthine collection, or if you’re a new reader, or if you’re looking for the perfect gift, check out these links and snag your copies today!

Amaranthine Special Edition Vol I:

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paperback
Amazon Kindle
B&N Nook
Smashwords
Sony ebook

Amaranthine Special Edition Vol II:

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paperback
Amazon Kindle
B&N Nook
Smashwords
Sony ebook

And here’s a cookie!

Vampire Cookies (in honor of the new season of #trueblood starting tomorrow!)

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To Finish a Quilt by Grant Staley

Today’s excerpt is from the  novel To Finish a Quilt by Grant Staley 

 

To Finish a Quilt

‘Why did I deserve that abuse? What indecency did I have that made you turn away from me when I called?’

She [Eunice] had asked that very question tens of times almost every day for over two decades. She waited for God to speak to her, but she heard no reply so she searched within her memories for a cause. The same minor trespasses came to mind: a trivial curse when she bumped her knee on a pew, an unkind word to her grandmother, lying to her brother Tommy. Those were not real answers to her question so it was probably as her father had said in his last words to her. Somehow, she had failed God with the deep stains she wore.

That night when she was sixteen, she had been curled up on the bed wearing her long white nightgown with flowers embroidered around the neck, praying with all her might that her father might just go on to bed without another sloppy conversation. The periods of icy silence and cutting jabs between her mother and him had been bad enough, but by that point, talking with a drunk had become intolerable without disgust-soaked words filling her voice. Those prayers had been in vain.

The twenty-one year old echoes of her father bumping his way up the staircase filled her with a medley of hate, shame, and guilt. The sobbing and pain, the stench of alcohol, and the taste of blood inside her lip were still as real as that night when her pale eyes had felt about to burst from their orbits as if the pressure of her imprisoned screams were pushing them out. As always, she decided that desire was not on her bastard father’s mind that night. It was punishment.

More than punishment, her father was a first taste of what men really were. Her brother, who had deserted the family, and her husband, who like all men could not help himself around loose women, confirmed the message of that awful lesson even if they had never assaulted her physically. Her brother’s emotional abandonment had concluded with irreparable and devastating consequences. There was nothing that would rectify what he had done. Her husband’s throwing her over for an infant; however, was a grievance she would not permit. Something must change the course of his infatuation. She needed to prevail this time.

That damn baby was making more noise. Without more of a true-ringing answer to the question of why she had suffered so at the hands of men, she walked away from the bedroom, her head throbbing with every step and every cry of the baby.

Halfway down the hallway, she paused to take in the commanding panorama from high above the San Gabriel Valley. She loved this house, the prestigious address, and the outlook of the city that always gave her a sense of accomplishment. But, the baby’s cry broke the spell an instant later, causing her to sigh before she stole into her daughter’s room.

She walked through the full moon’s blue light that filled the nursery and looked down into the crib. The child kicked her chubby legs in gleeful anticipation, and her mouth arced into a pudgy heart that cooed her welcome. The child had begun to recognize her over a month ago, and she took that as a sign of intelligence. This child would be clever, probably not as smart as the son but crafty and, as a girl, able to manipulate her father.

Watching the child wriggle in its crib, she felt the night’s anger and disgust rise again. She hated this baby. She could right that wrong. It was all in her power. Jules would be sad for a while, but he would get over the loss. She would be there to help him through the pain. Babies die in their sleep all the time; she knew that to be true.

Julie started to fuss again and seemed about to let out a cry. Eunice bent over to caress the tiny, buttery face with the back of her hand. Solemnly she took the pillow from under the child’s head.

“Shhh, there there,” she whispered as she placed the pillow over the baby’s face and pressed it down along her ears.

There were sounds, painful ones that brought back her own vain pleas from long ago, but she could learn to live with those too. The infant’s legs started to dart frantically in every direction. Seconds dragged by as Eunice looked out the window.

How much longer could this take, she asked herself as the convulsions continued. She heard a click and decided it was the crib uttering a final creak.

“Mom?” she heard a second later and flinched.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw her son Gary slumped on the doorframe behind her. His red plaid pajamas hung from his lean five-year-old body.

Without hesitation, Eunice slid the pillow away, and the baby started to bawl. She spun in Gary’s direction and stomped her way close to him.

“Damn it Gary. See what you’ve done?  I almost had her down, but you’ve ruined that.”

The boy, recoiling away from her, said, “I was having a bad dream.”

“And what can I do about that?”

Gary brought a hand to his mouth and started to gnaw on his thumbnail. He turned back to his room.

“Nothing, I guess.”


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Grant, originally from California, lives in the Auckland suburb of St. Heliers with his wife and their two dogs. He is an avid sailor, musician, cyclist, and writer.

 His first novel To Finish A Quilt is a story of a young woman’s unfathomable hurt, the way it influences others around her, and how two men central to her life reach resolution and peace. A second novel is in progress for release in late 2013. Learn more and how to purchase at www.grantstaley.com


Front Cover for Ashes of Deceit – Final Version

After the feedback from the cover debut, I have made some mior adjustments and am happy to say this is the final version:

As you might notice Malick looks a *little* bit eviler around the eyes, but not super evil (as he is not meant to be instantly identifiable as evil and is often described in the book(s) as “serene”.) buuuut for the sake of cover art a little menace is an okay thing. (You may also notice I have udpated the snazzy animation over to the side ;) Feel free to snag that bad boy by the way and post to your hearts content.)

Also adjusted the tagline position a bit too.

 

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