"Anyway, I've got a plan. It's very simple. We wait until the monster appears, I throw the bomb, it blows up, you take the photos. Then we put our feet up.
"The monster, miss?"
"No! Look! The Count! Come to steal our monster, no doubt!"
Ah, very quickly we are left in no doubt as to whom the real bad guy is! It's not any of the myriad monsters that fourteen-year-old orphan Scarlett Hart and her trusted butler Napoleon are attempting to bag for bounty to keep hold of the family pile Ravenwood Hall. No, it's the dastardly Count Stankovic, who once salaciously sought the hand of Scarlett's mother in her days as a debutante only to be quite rightly slighted, and then publically embarrassed by Scarlett's father just for good measure. He's never forgotten it, and since the passing of Scarlett's parents some four years ago in a monster-hunting-related incident, he's gunning for revenge against their offspring by bankrupting Scarlett and forcing her to sell the family estate for peanuts. What a cad!
Fortunately, she's more than capable of looking after herself. Throw in the wily Napoleon and his wife, the redoubtable Mrs White, taking care of matters back at the mansion, including the necessary mechanical upkeep of their monster hunting equipment, and she's more than a match for stinky old Count Stankovic. She's still going to have to worry about the monsters, though, and there are rather a lot of them all of a sudden. I wonder if the Count might have something to do with that...?
Acclaimed children's author Marcus Segdwick turns his hand to writing comics for the first time and it's a pretty good debut, actually. I thought the characters were well rounded and the overall story entertaining enough. This isn't anything remotely different or new, indeed I can think of a certain other red-haired young lady monster hunter who really needs to make another appearance soon (hint hint, Mr. Ellerby), but for a first foray into comics I can't really fault it. This is billed as being for the 'middle grade' audience, which is apparently for those age 8 to 12 and I would say that is spot on.
I wasn't familiar with artist Thomas Taylor, either, who apparently illustrated the original prose edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, but he's pretty good too, minding me of Joan THE RABBI'S CAT Sfar with the pointy chins and large eyes, and indeed perhaps a dash of David THE ENCHANTED CHEST Sala with some of the thin, almost spindly figures and random swooshing curves.