Maria Arena

There comes a time in the life of every child, literal or otherwise, when a parent has to push said child out of the nest. When, after we've done all we can to prepare them; after we've suffered through sleepless nights, arguments, tears, joys, and breakthroughs, the moment arrives and we must launch our progeny into the world, with much fanfare and quiet relief, once and for all. That time has come for my third novel, Shroudeaters. Well, almost. Shroudeaters has been a long time reaching the world. It started, many years ago, as a form of play. I wanted to flip some of the gene conventions for vampire fiction, invert them, or ignore them all together. I also wanted to pay a kind of homage t