Age: 15
Book Synopsis: Fifteen-year-old Izzy Brannick was trained to fight monsters. For centuries, her family has hunted magical creatures. But when Izzy’s older sister vanishes without a trace while on a job, Izzy's mom decides they need to take a break.
Izzy and her mom move to a new town, but they soon discover it’s not as normal as it appears. A series of hauntings has been plaguing the local high school, and Izzy is determined to prove her worth and investigate. But assuming the guise of an average teenager is easier said than done. For a tough girl who's always been on her own, it’s strange to suddenly make friends and maybe even have a crush.
Can Izzy trust her new friends to help find the secret behind the hauntings before more people get hurt?
Why We Love Her: Izzy is a green-eyed, tough red-head who hunts evil supernaturals as part of the family job. She's sassy, sarcastic and gifted in the art of weaponry. When not chasing down supernaturals who enjoy committing all kinds of malicious acts on humans, she's fighting to understand the complex hallways of high school seeing as she's never actually been in a real school before. Using the show Ivy Springs to get a better grasp as to what to expect when it comes to high schoolers, Izzy discovers maybe a life in the suburbs isn't so bad after all. Izzy was so much to read not just because she can kick some serious butt but because despite living in a world of magic, she's just a normal girl struggling to find out where she fits in the scheme of everything. She's also struggling to forgive herself for her sister's disappearance and try to open herself up to the idea of friends even though it scares her.
SNEAK PEEK
Killing a vampire is actually a lot easier than you'd think. I know movies and TV make it look really hard, like if you don't hit the right spot, it won't work. But the truth is, those are just rumors spread by vampire hunters to make themselves seem tougher. If everyone knew how easy it actually is to kill a vamp, there wouldn't be so many movies and TV shows and stuff. All it takes is a wooden stake and enough pressure to send it through the chest cavity. Doesn't really mater if you hit the heart or not.
See? So easy.
But capturing a vampire. Yeah, that's a little bit tougher.
"Just. Hold. Still," I mumbled around the tiny flashlight in my mouth. I was straddling the vamp's chest, my right hand holding a stake poised over his heart, my left clutching the little piece of paper with the ritual on it.
"Release me, mortal!" the vampire cried, but his voice broke on the last word, kind of ruining the dramatic effect. "My brothers will be here soon, and we will bathe in your blood."
I spit out the miniflashlight, and it landed on the hardwood floor with a clink. Pressing the stake closer, I leaned over him. "Nice try. We've been watching you for a week. You're working this town solo. No nest in sight."
"Nest" is what vampires call both their houses and the group of fellow vampires who are basically their roommates. I thought it was a pretty dorky name, but then, a lot about vampires is dorky.
This one was especially bad. Not only was he rocking the gelled hair, he'd moved into the one creepy, pseudo-Victorian manison in town. He might as well have hung a neon sign blaring, HERE THERE BE VAMPIRE. All of his furniture was red velvet and heavy wood, and when I'd busted in earlier, he was in the middle of writing in a journal while a pretty blonde girl sat near the fireplace.
She'd bolted when she saw me, and I was already cringing, thinking of how Mom would react to there being a witness.
The vampire, who was going by the name of Pascal, but was probably really a Brad or a Jason, twisted underneath me, but I was firmly seated. One of he perks of being a Brannick is that we're stronger than your average person. It also didn't hurt that this vamp was pretty small. When I'd wrestled him to the floor, I noticed that he was only a few inches taller than me, and most of that was his hair.
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