I used to think vampires were pretty glamorous, until I met my first one. But since then I’ve become more and more disillusioned, as I’ve discovered that glamorous vampires just don’t exist – except in books like the Bloodstone Chronicles (p 45).
Fifteen-year-old Nina is a vampire but she doesn’t have super strength, grace or agility like the heroine of her Bloodstone Chronicle novels. In fact, vampires bear little resemblance to fictionalized characters. They are actually weak, fatigue easily, super sensitive to light and decidedly unheroic.
They are so pathetic they’ve formed a support group, in part to help each other deny their thirst for blood (which is now satiated with guinea pigs and supplements) and to cope with their so-called lives.
Then one of their own is murdered. Not that anyone misses Casimir, the now dead vampire who infected them all, directly or indirectly, but the murderer cannot be allowed to hunt the rest of them down. They are, after all, no threat to society.
Their attempt to locate and educate the killer leads Nina, fellow vamp Dave and their human liaison, a priest named Father Ramon on a trek across the outback where they encounter werewolves, ruthless men and a vampire fanatic.
This was a quick, light read that neither impressed nor disappointed. The situations were comical, the characters well-developed and their plight pitiable. While it dragged in some areas, there was enough action and humor to keep me going.