A Tale of Two Demon Slayers (Accidental Demon Slayer Series #3)

A Tale of Two Demon Slayers (Accidental Demon Slayer Series #3)

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by Angie Fox

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Last month, I was a single preschool teacher whose greatest thrill consisted of color-coding my lesson plans. That was before I learned I was a slayer. Now, it's up to me to face curse-hurling imps, vengeful demons, and any other supernatural uglies that crop up. And, to top it off, a hunk of a shape-shifting griffin has invited me


New York Times bestselling series!

Last month, I was a single preschool teacher whose greatest thrill consisted of color-coding my lesson plans. That was before I learned I was a slayer. Now, it's up to me to face curse-hurling imps, vengeful demons, and any other supernatural uglies that crop up. And, to top it off, a hunk of a shape-shifting griffin has invited me to Greece to meet his family.

But it's not all sun, sand, and ouzo. Someone has created a dark-magic version of me with my powers and my knowledge--and it wants to kill me and everyone I know. Of course, this evil twin doesn't have Grandma's gang of biker witches, a talking Jack Russell terrier, or an eccentric necromancer on its side. In the ultimate showdown for survival, may the best demon slayer win.

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Angie Fox
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Accidental Demon Slayer Series, #3
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A Tale of Two Demon Slayers

By Angie Fox

Dorchester Publishing

Copyright © 2010 Angie Fox
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-505-52827-8

Chapter One

After all my years of organizing field trips, fire drills and potty breaks for my three-year-olds at Happy Hands Preschool, you'd think I could get two geriatric biker witches through the Las Vegas airport in under an hour. But sometimes the things that look simple on the outside aren't. I've learned that lesson the hard way.

"Don't you even dream about casting a spell on that man," I said to my grandma, who had paused next to a heavyset guy sneaking a cigarette in the nonsmoking area outside the Fly Away Bar and Grill. Her black "Harley's Angels" T-shirt stood in stark contrast to his pinstripe business suit and red power tie.

Grandma tossed a lock of long gray hair over her shoulder as she rooted through her black leather bag. "He won't even know what hit him," she answered in a voice roughened by hard living and an extra-loud rendition of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" sung in the parking-garage elevator.

I gritted my teeth as a bearded student thwacked my elbow with his taped-together backpack. In all fairness, he was busy avoiding a woman lugging a rolling suitcase that tipped over every three seconds. Was it sad that I envied them? At least they were moving.

Normally I'm a fast walker, an organized person and certainly not the type to be late for my flight. I glanced down theimmense glass and silver terminal as six more people joined the already overloaded airport-security line.

Ant Eater, Grandma's second in command, flexed her shoulders and stretched out her neck. "I hope the stuffed suit's not a lawyer." She adjusted her silver-spiked riding gloves. "He might sue you if I kick his ass."

"Nobody is kicking anybody's-" I searched for the right word. "Tuffet."

Seven years with preschoolers had made it nearly impossible for me to curse.

"Okay, now I'm really late. Time to go." I took Grandma by the purse and was about to grab Ant Eater by the silver-stud belt. Then I thought the better of it. Ant Eater took orders about as well as Genghis Kahn tap-danced.

She caught my hesitation and grinned at me, her gold tooth glinting in the late-afternoon sunlight.

Grandma shook off my hold, moved in behind the smoking man, and with the stealth of someone well-practiced at placing "Kick Me" signs, she sprinkled what looked to be sawdust over his back and shoulders. Poor guy was going to think he had dandruff-or that he'd stood too close to a wood chipper.

The man gasped, the lit cigarette teetering on his lip. Meanwhile Grandma uttered something under her breath that sounded strikingly like a Gregorian chant. Fingers shaking, he dropped the cigarette on the floor and ground it out under his heel.

"Once rude. Always rude," Ant Eater huffed.

The man turned to Grandma, eyes unfocused like he was waking up from a dream. "I don't smoke. Do I?"

"Not anymore." Grandma slapped him on the back.

Amazing. And here I thought she was going to Itchspell him, maybe hit him with a Frozen Underwear bomb. "Is that new?" Never mind what it meant to mess with the man's free will. Or what would happen if GlaxoSmithKline ever got wind of it.

"Mixed it up yesterday," she said, with more than a hint of pride.

We'd talk about it later. But at the moment ...

"I need to go," I said, ducking into the crowd behind what looked to be an entire soccer team heading for Terminal C. "You can see me off at the security line, or you can see me off here. Doesn't matter."

I started walking, witches be darned. I had a sexy shape-shifting griffin to meet. Frankly, it was the only way you could get me on a plane. I wasn't crazy about flying. It was bad enough Dimitri's business had kept him from escorting me to the airport. I mean, isn't that how a romantic trip to Greece is supposed to start?

Besides, Grandma and the gang should have been packing. They only had three days to drive out to New York if they wanted to catch their seniors' cruise to the Mediterranean. It was the easiest way to bring Harleys along. Plus, those witches loved buffets.

Now that I finally had a ticket and I almost had a griffin, I wasn't going to let a couple of pokey witches make me miss my flight.

I quickened my pace and took an inventory of the crowd in front of me: several kids in jeans that were either too tight or gangster baggy, an athletic coach who always seemed to find the break in the crowd. I squinted. I'd bet my big toe he was part fairy, but I doubted even he was aware of it. A couple of businesspeople ... Nothing out of the ordinary, at least from a supernatural perspective.

A nice, normal day. It almost felt strange. It was like I was waiting for something to go wrong.

The two witches clanked behind me. Between their silver accessories and the spells they carried in glass jars, they could hardly move without something banging together.

"Lizzie Brown." Grandma drew a labored breath, but I wasn't buying it. This woman would smoke me in a footrace for a shot of Southern Comfort. "You're as jumpy as a jackrabbit."

"Can't help it. I'm too close," I said, dodging a family of four. Close to a dream vacation, without demons, imps, hellions or anything else that went bump in the night. A blessedly normal trip. Did I even remember what normal felt like anymore? I couldn't wait to find out.

"Hold up," Grandma rumbled next to me, keeping pace.

I ignored her.

They were supposed to make this easy. They were supposed to drop me off at the outside baggage check. Instead, they had to find parking for their Harleys, hit every wrong button on the parking-lot elevator and insult the check-in clerk. Of course American Airlines didn't offer upgrades for demon slayers, even if I had saved Las Vegas and pretty much the entire West Coast from Armageddon. As it stood, I was lucky those two didn't get me downgraded to crazy.

I dug a finger under the strap of my sundress, which had fallen down with the weight of my carry-on, and said a quick prayer of thanks for my ultracomfy Adidas Supernova Cushion cross-trainers.

"You're not late," Ant Eater growled off my left shoulder. "You're two and a half hours early."

Yeah, well that was late in my book. I always liked to arrive for international flights at least three hours prior to takeoff. Next time, I'd add a half hour for each witch who decided to see me off.

"Well, you can take one more minute." Grandma cut in front of me and attempted to detour us toward a metal bench with thin gray cushions. "This is important. Vital," she said, her blue eyes boring into mine.

"No. It can't be." I could practically hear my departure gate calling for me. "Why can't it wait?"

"Loosen your bra straps, okay?" Grandma said, as she led me over to the bench. "I helped save you from a shedemon, you can give me a minute on an airport bench."

"One minute," I said, knowing I was doomed.

Grandma took my hands, her silver rings hard against my skin and her palms rough from riding her bike. "Our situation has changed. I felt it on the way over here, Lizzie. I think you're ready."

The only thing I was ready for was an in-flight cocktail.

While Grandma and the rest of the Red Skull biker witches took their magic very seriously, they also had a way of practicing the kind of loosey-goosey lifestyle that gave me hives.

"Ready for what?" I asked, hefting my shoulder strap again. The Port-A-Pooch pet carrier was the best on the market. I'd researched it. But the darned thing wasn't light. Neither was its cargo.

Grandma nodded and Ant Eater reached inside her black fringed bag. Out came a small wooden chest, about half the size of a shoe box.

Oh help me, Rhonda.

Thick iron bands supported the bottom and wrapped around the lid. Studs drilled into the bands. The tips of them pointed out like switch stars, the main weapon of demon slayers like me. I traced a finger over the wood itself-old and furrowed with carving marks, as if the box had been sculpted from solid wood.

"This was your mother's," Grandma said, her fingers tracing a switch star. "After your mom left us, I promised your Aunt Serefina that if we found you, if you had powers, I'd give this to you when I thought you were ready." She placed the box into my hands like it was a piece of fine china. "I think you can handle it now."

"Oh." The box was lighter than I'd expected. Smoother. I found the bench and sat with the box in my lap.

I tried to tune out the noise of the airport and take this in, be appreciative. For all I knew, this could be a watershed moment-one I'd look back on for the rest of my life. I wanted to recognize the importance of my demon slayer heritage. Instead, my mind kept wandering back to the words Grandma had used. I think you can handle it now.

Handle what? Everything I'd handled since Grandma found me two months ago, right before I'd morphed into the Demon Slayer of Dalea, had been much more of an adventure than I'd ever asked for-or wanted.

As uncomfortable as it was, if I was truly honest with myself, the only thing I had a mind to handle was the sexy shape-shifting griffin meeting me at my departure gate.

I studied the protective runes carved into the bottom of the box. "What makes you think I'm ready now?"

Grandma took a seat next to me. "I'm not sure you are," she admitted. "Let's see if you can open it."

Oh lovely, and just what I needed-a test.

The box didn't have a keyhole or a groove indicating where the lid started. In fact, I didn't see any openings at all. "Should we really try to open this here?" In a crowded airport? "Do we know what's inside? I'm going to have enough trouble getting my switch stars through security."

My hand went to my demon slayer utility belt and the five switch stars it held. The stars were flat and round, about the shape of small dinner plates. Razor-sharp blades curled around the edges. The TSA wouldn't like them, but I had to have them on me at all times.

Grandma sighed. "I told you, we put a spell on your switch stars so nobody can see them. Otherwise, you'd have been arrested by now."

Ant Eater nodded, her gray curls bobbing slightly as she looked down at me. "You should have let us take care of your jumbo bottle of shampoo too. I don't know why you insisted on stuffing everything into a one-quart Baggie."

"Rules are rules." A fact Grandma and the gang would have done well to remember. Besides, I was worried enough about getting my switch stars through the metal detector. I didn't need things to fall apart if something went wrong with my Pantene Pro-V.

As for the box? "Please say it's not something live."

A nose snorted from my carry-on. "I heard that."

Ever since I came into my demon slaying powers, my Jack Russell terrier could speak-real words. I was still getting used to it.

Pirate wriggled an ear, then a nose, and finally his entire top half out of the green Port-A-Pooch. He blinked sleepily. Today, I'd followed my checklist for preparing an animal for flight, which had meant lots of exercise to wear him out and hopefully get him to snooze through a good portion of the trip. It had worked, until now.

"You sounded worried," he said. "But you don't need to worry, because I am on the job." Pirate squirmed the rest of the way out of the carrier and shook off, his tags clinking. "Some days, I think I'm part German shepherd." He sniffed at the box, his little body quivering. He was mostly white, with a dollop of brown on his back that wound up his neck and over one eye.

He gave a full-body sneeze. "No animals," he announced. "In fact, it don't have any smell at all. That's too bad."

I turned the box over in my hands.

Pirate licked at it. "It's pretty."

Sure. Pretty like Pandora's box. My mom hadn't exactly been the best influence on me. And she'd proven that I couldn't trust her. "We'll check it with the luggage and I'll open it in Greece."

"Why?" Grandma asked. "I want to see what's in it."

"You don't know?" I didn't like that one bit.

Maybe it was a good idea to open it with Grandma and Ant Eater here, in case whatever was in there decided to attack.

I tugged at the teardrop emerald around my neck, given to me by Dimitri. It held an endless source of protective magic, which was good, because otherwise it would have been used up a week after he'd given it to me.

I glanced at Ant Eater. "You still have those stun spells?"

She patted her black fringe purse. And I had my switch stars.

No telling what my mom had left behind in this box. She'd shirked her duty, passed along her demon slayer powers to me before dumping me off on my adoptive family in Atlanta. I didn't relish the idea of any more surprises from Mom.

Grandma placed a sandpapery hand on my arm. "Open it, Lizzie. It's part of your destiny."

Destiny my foot. Since when was I going to get to choose my own life? I'd been forced to go up against a mad scientist demon and then a sex-on-the-brain Las Vegas succubus, and right when I was about to take off on a dream trip to Greece with my hot boyfriend, Grandma wanted me to open a box full of trouble.

"If I open this now, I could get arrested, miss my flight, let a creature loose on the airport ..."

Grandma nodded, admitting the possibility. "Or you could gain a powerful tool that you need right now."

"I don't need anything right now except sun, sand and a shot or two of ouzo."

"So you say."

"So I know."

"Then why are you still holding the box?"

Why indeed?

Heaven help me. The worst part was I knew how to open the box without a latch or a lock. I touched each of the fingers on my right hand to each of the five switchstar adornments on the box. They warmed under my fingers and my stomach filled with dread.

I wasn't kidding Grandma about the "getting arrested" part. My short time in the magical world had taught me that unexpected things could-and always did-happen to me.

"Hold on to your britches." I pulled away the iron bars around the box.

The wood made a low, crackling sound. Grandma let out a whistle as a hairline fracture worked its way across the side of the chest.

Pirate's collar jingled as he danced in place. "Ooh ... smoky!"

A thin stream of vapor flowed from the narrow slit, giving way to delicate rings.

Fingers stiff with anticipation, I lifted the lid.

Lavender velvet cushioned the inside of the box. Three loops made of the same material lined the bottom, supporting-nothing.

"It's empty," I said, surprised, confused and-I'll admit it-a bit relieved.

"No it's not," Grandma said, huskily. "Touch it."

"Touch what?" I brushed my fingers over the velvet insides of the box. Down lower, close to the empty holders.

"Touch it."

I did. My breath caught in my throat as my fingers scraped a smooth, invisible bar.

"What is it?" I asked, gathering the courage to touch it again. It wasn't any longer than my hand. Round, from what I could gather. It felt like glass, only slicker.

"Is it hot?" Grandma asked.



"No. It doesn't feel like anything."

"Or smell like anything," Pirate said.

Grandma whistled. "I think it's a training bar. Your mom used to use one with her instructors. Your Aunt Serefina too. Only theirs I could see. Usually."

"But I don't have any instructors." I didn't even have Aunt Serefina. She'd died trying to save the coven. "I just have you." Sure, Grandma did what she could, but she seemed as much in awe of this thing as I was.

"Yeah, well that's about to change too," she said, unable to keep a smile out of her voice.

I flicked my eyes up to find her looking at me like it was my birthday. "Now?" I'd been asking for this kind of training for weeks, and she picks now.

"Of course. You had-what? Two days off in Vegas while we planned this trip." She said it as if she couldn't imagine what I'd been doing.

"I was recovering from an almost-Armageddon."

"With your hot, sexy griffin."

"We slept most of the time!"

"Oh come on, Lizzie-you're a demon slayer. What'd you think it would be? Sunshine and cupcakes?"

"No. But I could use a week off." Or even one more day.

"Time off is for pussies. I wrangled up a kick-butt instructor for you. Better than the entire team your mom had. Formal training begins in Greece."

Dimitri would love that. "And this is for training?"

"Maybe." She looked inside the box. "I don't know. I didn't plan this part. But there's a way you can find out."

I didn't want to know.

"I saw your mom do it. Serefina too. Hold it. Wrap your hand around it and it'll tell you what you need to do next."


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Angie Fox is the New York Times bestselling author of the Accidental Demon Slayer series. She earned a Journalism degree from the University of Missouri and worked in television news and advertising before beginning her career as an author.

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Tale of Two Demon Slayers 4.2 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 80 reviews.
AnastasiaSS More than 1 year ago
I am a huge fan of Angie Fox. And Pirate:) I loved the first 2 books on this series. But this one--is the best so far. I have no idea what changed--but she has improved immensely. It's hard to imagine that because her other 2 book were so good! But this one--was full of everything! Drama, adventure, comedy. It has it all! And the newest character "Flappy" is amazing! I laughed, I cried and I could not put this book down. I cannot wait to see what happens next for Lizzie and Pirate. Her books are always so vivid that a reader can feel like they are right there watching the whole entire story take place. I love that about her writing!! I am never disappointed with her books. And I share them with my friends and family. I recommend this book to anyone who loves paranormal mystery romance adventure comedy and pets:) Amazing things can happen when you read books. ANd amazing things just keep happening for Lizzie and Pirate:)
Lizzard1 More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love this series. Hoping for a series of movies too!
natasha crocker More than 1 year ago
I read one of the books but this one was really good. It had some laugh out loud moments.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This author has a fun writing style. You know it's not reality, but it's a fun ride all along the way. In this day when everyone is reading vampire and witch books, this is an out of the norm book even for paranormal readers. It's a fun trip to escape to.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read each of the books in this series and am always taken the quality of the writing and the light-hearted all-out fun of the stories. I am always excited to pick up the next Demon Slayer book.
harstan More than 1 year ago
She may have been The Accidental Demon Slayer, but in spite of her lack of experience, Lizzie Brown proved that a preschool teacher can kick butt. However, she also knows she needs training if she is to continue to battle demons. Thankfully, her biker grandma and the coven agree to teach Lizzie all she needs to know about demons and other supernatural species in Greece where Lizzie's griffin lover Dimitri lives. Dimitri owes Lizzie for breaking the curse that would have killed his sisters (see the Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers). Whereas his grateful siblings welcome the American, his former fiancé Amara, hates her. However, her biggest problems are her dog has bonded with a dragon (try bringing that through Customs) and someone stole a piece of her magic, which means they might be able to manipulate her at a time when evil is spreading and except for Grandma and the gang Lizzie has lost confidence. The latest dizzy Lizzie's urban fantasy thriller combines humor with supernatural suspense in an enjoyable tale. The story line is faster than grandma can ride her Harley and never decelerates even for a kiss. Sub-genre fan will enjoy Lizzie's Greek vacation as she confronts the most dangerous enemy of all, another Lizzie. Harriet Klausner
lavendersbluegreen More than 1 year ago
As an Angie Fox Demon Slayer book, I expected to love it... and I was right. Of course any book with a preschool teacher turned demon hunter with a biker witch grandma, talking dog and evil "twin" is going to be wild! Break out your ouzo and prepare for your read, you will not want to put this book down.
booksrforever More than 1 year ago
You'll love this book. She gets into one scrape after another, whether it's hanging out with granny's biker friends or fighting nasties. You never know what she's going to get herself into next.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Can't wait to start reading the next book in the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the demon slayer series. I didn't expect to get as wrapped up in them as I have but here I am looking for the next book. I loved the first three books so much.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As always this was such a exciting story to read. Angie Fox brings some of the most quirky and intriguing characters into the adventure of Lizzie aka Demon Slayer.
debido More than 1 year ago
I read the whole series. Great writing,I couldn't read fast enough. Funny, and great characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great book and will read on to the next ;)
SoniaF More than 1 year ago
As happened with the previous books, this one is another hit! Lizzie, Dimitri and Pirate are the kind of characters that got under my skin and become unforgettable. Full of a hilarious sense of humor, it's a pleasure to read Lizzie's adventures. Lizzie is travelling to Greece with Dimitri, to know his country and family, when he reveals the magic he used to find Lizzie (in the first book) is now missing, with awful repercussions to Lizzie. They'll have to find it before something bad happens and will discover a terrible enemy, that shock Dimitri and his sisters lives forever... As usual, in the end happens a battle and this had me crying for long... On the more bright side, Pirate and Flappy! oh these two are precious! :)
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I am a Christian demon slayer as a hobby. I love it and I love these stories. Nothing like the books, but gave me a better attitude about it. Awesome.
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