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Bloodline of the Ancients

by Roan Rosser

Sleepwalking may be the death of me… again.

I thought things would get better now that I no longer had assassins after my head. Although it’s fun eating people who misgender me, I’m just so thirsty all the time. And until I improve, I’m barred from seeing Jack, my were-jackal boyfriend.

My babysitter, I mean ‘vampire mentor,’ isn’t much help either.

As if things weren’t bad enough, the amulet that started this mess is whispering to me. Calling me somewhere. I think it might be my mysterious maker. Judging by the trail of bodies they’re leaving across the globe, I don’t want to know what will happen if I can’t keep resisting.

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Genres:
Fantasy, Fantasy - Dark Fantasy, Fantasy - LGBTQ+, Fantasy - Urban & Magical Beings, Paranormal, Paranormal - LGBTQ+, Paranormal - Shifters, Paranormal - Vampires

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Tropes: Becoming a Monster, Found Family, Powerful Artifact, Reluctant Vampires
Word Count: 75000
Setting: Portland, OR, USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Becoming a Monster, Found Family, Powerful Artifact, Reluctant Vampires
Word Count: 75000
Setting: Portland, OR, USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters

About the Author

I escaped from the bowels of Utah (namely Provo) and now live in the sunny Pacific Northwest United States.

My urban fantasy novels mainly feature the trans and queer protagonists grappling with things like identity and found families that I wished I could have read about growing up.

When not writing, you can probably find me beating up pixel baddies or in front of one of my sewing machines adding to my overstuffed closet or my army of homemade plush dolls.

If you find yourself blinded by the vivid colors and loud patterns of my homemade shirts, know that I’m only trying to warn you that I may be poisonous. Or venomous? Or both? Probably both.