First Kill (The Slayer Chronicles)
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The first book in the fantastic new series from the creator of The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod--now in paperback!
Over a million readers have heard Vlad Tod's story; now it's time to hear Joss's. When Joss McMillan witnesses his sister's murder--at the hands of a vampire--his whole life changes. He learns that not only is his family part of the Slayer Society, a group whose mission is to rid the world of vampires, but he is their new recruit. As Joss trains he discovers powers that could make him the youngest, strongest Slayer in history. But there is a traitor in the Society, one whose identity would shake Joss to the core . . . if the traitor doesn't kill him first.
Written from the perspective of Vlad's former friend turned mortal enemy--vampire slayer Joss McMillan--this is the first in a series of five books that can be read alongside Vlad Tod or entirely on their own.
Because if he didn’t, the wolf population would go spiraling out of control. But anyway, are you hungry? Sirus is cooking enough to feed the entire population of Timbuktu.” Joss shrugged casually, despite the fact that his stomach was rumbling loudly. “I could eat, I guess.” “Cool.” Kat slid off the bed and headed for the door. “I’ll tell Sirus he can count on Timbuktu plus one for dinner.” “Hey, Kat?” Joss cocked a curious eyebrow at her. He’d been wondering about something since he’d first
in a circle and caught Cratian in the knee with his foot. An audible crack came just seconds before another foul word escaped Cratian’s lips. Breathless, Chazz beamed at Joss. “And that ... is how you handle a loud-mouthed buffoon with an attitude problem.” After allowing Cratian a few moments to calm down, Chazz and Joss helped him to his feet. Joss wondered aloud, “Think Sirus will have enough time to bandage that knee before we head into town?” Chazz glanced down at the affected leg. “Sirus
other. The idea fascinated Joss. The playground at Summers Elementary was small, but filled with everything that a kid could ask for: Three swing sets, a jungle gym, teeter-totters, monkey bars, a merry-go-round, and a giant slide occupied the grass-free area behind the school. Mostly, Joss would escape to his hiding place behind the tree, but every once in a while, like this day, he braved the far set of swings, the ones that were just small enough to make them appear boring to the rest of the
was silent. Joss furrowed his brow and looked longingly back at his warm bed. But a noise drew his attention to the hallway. The soft creak of mattress springs. Curiosity filled Joss, and he crept down the hall toward Cecile’s mostly-closed bedroom door. Stopping in front of it, Joss whispered, “Cecile?” There was no sound. Not from Cecile or anything else. The air was heavy with silence. It was almost too quiet. Joss leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the wood until the door
before. “Did you kill Malek, Joss?” “No.” “And Chazz? Did you take his life?” “No, Uncle. I didn’t.” Joss held Abraham’s gaze, hoping that he would see the innocence in Joss’s eyes the way that Joss had seen it in his. Then Abraham sighed, shaking his head. He tilted his face up toward the ceiling and sighed again. “So who did?” While Joss was certain that the question was completely rhetorical, he took his seat once again and said, “If it’s not you, Abraham, and it’s not me, then maybe it’s