The Demon Trapper's Daughter is the first novel in Jana Oliver's Demon Trappersa spellbinding young adult fantasy series. Riley Blackthorne just needs a chance to prove herselfand that's exactly what the demons are counting on…
Seventeen-year-old Riley, the only daughter of legendary Demon Trapper Paul Blackthorne, has always dreamed of following in her father's footsteps. The good news is, with human society seriously disrupted by economic upheaval and Lucifer increasing the number of demons in all major cities, Atlanta's local Trappers' Guild needs all the help they can geteven from a girl. When she's not keeping up with her homework or trying to manage her growing crush on fellow apprentice, Simon, Riley's out saving distressed citizens from foul-mouthed little devilsGrade One Hellspawn only, of course, per the strict rules of the Guild. Life's about as normal as can be for the average demon-trapping teen.
But then a Grade Five Geo-Fiend crashes Riley's routine assignment at a library, jeopardizing her life and her chosen livelihood. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, sudden tragedy strikes the Trappers' Guild, spinning Riley down a more dangerous path than she ever could have imagined. As her whole world crashes down around her, who can Riley trust with her heartand her life?
About the Author
Jana Oliver is the award-winning author of the young adult urban fantasy series Demon Trappers, including Soul Thief. She is also the author of the Time Rovers series. She's happiest when she's researching outlandish urban legends, wandering around old cemeteries and dreaming up new stories. An Iowa native, she lives in Atlanta, GA.
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Riley Blackthorne rolled her eyes.
“Libraries and demons,” she muttered. “What is the attraction?”
At the sound of her voice the fiend hissed from its perch on top of the book stack. Then it flipped Riley off .
The librarian chuckled at its antics. “It’s been doing that ever since we found it.”
They were on the second floor of the university law library, surrounded by weighty books and industrious students. Well, they’d been industrious until Riley showed up, and now most of them were watching her every move. Trapping with an audience is what her dad called it. It made her painfully aware that her work clothes—denim jacket, jeans, and pale blue T-shirt—looked totally Third World
compared to the librarian’s somber navy pantsuit.
The woman brandished a laminated sheet; librarians were into cataloging things, even Hellspawn. She scrutinized the demon and then consulted the sheet. “About three inches tall, burnt-mocha skin and
peaked ears. Definitely a Biblio-Fiend. Sometimes I get them confused with the Klepto-Fiends. We’ve had both in here before.”
Riley nodded her understanding. “Biblios are into books. Rather than stealing stuff they like to pee on things. That’s the big difference.”
As if on cue, the Offending Minion of Hell promptly sent an arc of phosphorescent green urine in their direction. Luckily, demons of this size had equally small equipment, which meant limited range, but they both took a cautious step backward.
The stench of old gym shoes bloomed around them.
“Supposed to do wonders for acne,” Riley joked as she waved a hand to clear the smell.
The librarian grinned. “That’s why your face is so clear.”
Usually the clients bitched about how young Riley was and whether she was really qualified to do the job, even after she showed them her Apprentice Demon Trapper license. She’d hoped some of that would stop when she’d turned seventeen, but no such luck. At least the librarian was taking her seriously.
“How long has it been here?” Riley asked.
“Not long. I called right away, so it hasn’t done any real damage,” the librarian reported. “Your dad has removed them for us in the past. I’m glad to see you’re following in his footsteps.”
Yeah, right. As if anyone could fill Paul Blackthorne’s shoes.
Riley shoved a stray lock of dark brown hair behind an ear. It swung
free immediately. Undoing her hair clip, she rewound her long hair and secured it so the little demon wouldn’t tie it in knots. Besides, she needed time to think.
It wasn’t as if she was a complete noob. She’d trapped Biblio-Fiends before, just not in a university law library full of professors and students, including a couple of seriously cute guys. One of them looked up at her, and she regretted being dressed for the job rather than for the scrutiny.
She nervously twisted the strap of her denim messenger bag. Her eyes flicked toward a closed door a short distance away. “Rare Book Room.”
A demon could do a lot of damage in there.
“You see our concern,” the librarian whispered.
“Sure do.” Biblio-Fiends hated books. They found immense joy rampaging through the stacks, peeing, ripping, and shredding. To be able to reduce a room full of priceless books and manuscripts to compost would be a demon’s wildest dream. Probably even get the fiend a promotion, if Hell had such a thing.
Confidence is everything. At least that’s what her dad always said. It worked a lot better when he was standing next to her.
“I can get it out of here, no problem,” she said. Another torrent of swear words came her way. The demon’s high-pitched voice mimicked a mouse being slowly squashed by an anvil. It always made her ears ache.
Ignoring the fiend, Riley cleared her suddenly dry throat and launched into a list of potential consequences of her actions. It was the standard demon trapper boilerplate. She began with the usual disclaimers required before extracting a Minion of Hell from a public location, including the clauses about unanticipated structural damage and the threat of demonic possession.
The librarian actually paid attention, unlike most clients.
“Does that demonic possession thing really happen?” she asked, her eyes widening.
“Oh, no, not with the little ones. Bigger demons, yeah.” It was one of the reasons Riley liked trapping the small dudes. They could scratch and bite and pee on you, but they couldn’t suck out your soul and use it as a hockey puck for eternity.
If all the demons were like these guys, no big deal. But they weren’t.
The Demon Trappers Guild graded Hellfiends according to cunning and lethality. This demon was a Grade One: nasty, but not truly dangerous.
There were Grade Threes, carnivorous eating machines with wicked claws and teeth. And at the top end was a Grade Five—a Geo-Fiend, which could create freak windstorms in the middle of shopping
malls and cause earthquakes with a fl ick of a wrist. And that didn’t include the Archdemons, which made your worst nightmares look tame.
Riley turned her mind to the job at hand. The best way to render a
Biblio- Fiend incapable of harm was to read to it. The older and more
dense the prose, the better. Romance novels just stirred them up, so it was best to pick something really boring. She dug in her messenger bag and extracted her ultimate weapon: Moby-Dick. The book fell open to a green-stained page.
The librarian peered at the text. “Melville?”
“Yeah. Dad prefers Dickens or Chaucer. For me it’s Herman Melville. He bored the . . . crap out of me in lit class. Put me to sleep every time.” She pointed upward at the demon. “It’ll do the same to this one.”
“Grant thee boon, Blackthorne’s daughter!” the demon wheedled as it cast its eyes around, looking for a place to hide.
Riley knew how this worked: If she accepted a favor she’d be obligated to set the demon free.
Accepting favors from fiends was so against the rules. Like potato chips, you couldn’t stop at just one, then you’d find yourself at Hell’s front door trying to explain why your soul had a big brand on it that said “Property of Lucifer.”
“No way,” Riley muttered. After clearing her throat, she began reading.
“ ‘Call me Ishmael.’ ” An audible groan came from the stack above her. “ ‘Some years ago— never mind how long precisely— having little or no money in my purse, and nothing par ticular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.’ ”
She continued the torture, trying hard not to snicker. There was another moan, then a cry of anguish. By now the demon would be pulling out its hair, if it had any. “ ‘It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, of regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul . . .’ ”
There was a pronounced thump as the fiend keeled over in a dead faint on the metal shelf.
“Trapper scores!” Riley crowed. After a quick glance toward a cute guy at a nearby table, Riley dropped the book and pulled a cup out of her bag. It had the picture of a dancing bear on the side of it.
“Is that a sippy cup?” the librarian asked.
“Yup. They’re great for this kind of thing. There’re holes in the top so the demons can breathe and it’s very hard for them to unscrew the lids.” She grinned. “Most of all, they really hate them.”
Riley popped up on her tiptoes and picked the demon up by a clawed foot, watching it carefully.
Sometimes they just pretended to be asleep in order to escape.
This one was out cold.
“Well done. I’ll go sign the requisition for you,” the librarian said and headed toward her desk.
Riley allowed herself a self-satisfied grin. This had gone just fine.
Her dad would be really proud of her. As she positioned the demon over the top of the cup, she heard a laugh, low and creepy. A second later a puff of air hit her face, making her blink. Papers ruffled on tables. Remembering her father’s advice, Riley kept her attention on the demon. It would revive quickly, and when it did the Biblio would go into a frenzy.
As she lowered it inside the container, the demon began to twitch.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” she said.
The breeze grew stronger. Papers no longer rustled but were caught up and spun around the room like rectangular white leaves.
“Hey, what’s going on?” a student demanded.
There was a curious shifting sound. Riley gave a quick look upward and watched as books began to dislodge themselves from the shelves one by one. They hung in the air like he li cop ters, then veered off at sharp tangents. One whizzed right over the head of a student, and he banged his chin on the table to avoid being hit.
The breeze grew, swirling through the stacks like the night wind in a forest. There were shouts and the muffled sound of running feet on carpet as students scurried for the exits.
The Biblio stirred, spewing obscenities, flailing its arms in all directions.
Just as Riley began to recite the one Melville passage she’d memorized, the fire alarm blared to life, drowning her out. A heavy book glanced off her shoulder, ramming her into the stack. Dazed, she shook her head to clear it. The cup and the cap were on the floor at her feet.
The demon was gone.
“No! Don’t do this!”
Panic stricken, she searched for it. In a maelstrom of books, papers, and flying notebooks, she finally spied the fiend navigating its way toward a closed door, the one that led to the Rare Book Room.
Ducking to avoid a flight of reference books swooping down on her like a flock of enraged seagulls,
Riley grabbed the plastic cup and stashed it in her jacket pocket.
She had to get that fiend into the container.
To her horror, the Rare Book Room door swung open and a confused student peered outward into the melee. As if realizing nothing stood in its way, the demon took on additional speed. It leapt onto a
chair recently vacated by a terrifi ed occupant and then onto the top of the reference desk. Small feet pounding, it dove off the desk, executed a roll, and lined itself up for the final dash to the open door, a tiny football player headed for a touchdown.
Riley barreled through everyone in her way, her eyes riveted on the small figure scurrying across the floor. As she vaulted over the reference desk something slammed into her back, knocking her off balance. She went down in a sea of pencils, paper, and wire trays. There was a ripping sound: Her jeans had taken one for the team.
Scrambling on all fours, she lunged forward, stretching as far as her arms could possibly reach. The fingers of her right hand caught the fiend by the waist, and she dragged it toward her. It screamed and twisted and peed, but she didn’t loosen her grip. Riley pulled the cup from her pocket and jammed the demon inside. Ramming her palm over the top of the cup, she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling. Around her lights flashed and the alarm brayed. Her breath came in gasps and her head ached. Both
knees burned where she’d skinned them.
The alarm cut out abruptly and she sighed with relief. There was another chilling laugh. She hunted for the source but couldn’t find it. A low groaning came from the massive bookshelves to her right. On instinct, Riley rolled in the opposite direction, and kept rolling until she rammed into a table leg. With a strained cry of metal the entire bookshelf fell in a perfect arc and hit the carpeted floor where she’d been seconds before, sending books, pages, and broken spines outward in a wave. Suddenly all the debris in the room began to settle, like someone had shut off a giant wind machine.
A sharp pain in her palm caused her to shoot bolt upright, connecting her head with the side of the table.
“Dammit!” she swore, grimacing. The demon had bitten her. She shook the cup, disorienting the thing, then gingerly got to her feet. The world spun as she leaned against the table, trying to get her bearings.
Faces began to appear around her from under desks and behind stacks of books. A few of the girls were crying, and one of the hunky boys held his head and moaned. Every eye was on her.
Then she realized why they were staring: her hands were spotted with green pee, and her favorite T-shirt was splashed as well. There was blood on her blue jeans and she’d lost one of her tennis shoes.
Her hair hung in a knotted mass over one shoulder.
Heat bloomed in Riley’s cheeks. Trapper fails.
When the demon tried to bite her again, she angrily shook the cup, taking her frustration out on the fiend.
It just laughed at her.
The librarian cleared her throat. “You dropped this,” she said, offering the lid. The woman’s hair looked like it had been styled by a wind tunnel, and she had a yellow sticky note plastered to her cheek that said “Dentist, 10:00 am Monday.”
Riley took the lid in a shaking hand and sealed the demon inside the cup.
It shouted obscenities and used both hands to flip her off .
Same to you, jerk.
The librarian surveyed the chaos and sighed. “And to think we used to worry about silverfish.”
Riley grimly watched the paramedics haul two students out on stretchers: One had a neck brace and the other babbled incoherently about the end of the world. Cell phones periodically erupted in a confused chorus of ringtones as parents got wind of the disaster. Some kids were jazzed, telling Mom or Dad just how cool it had been and that they were posting videos on the Internet. Others were frightened out of their minds.
It wasn’t fair. She’d done everything right. Well, not everything, but Biblios weren’t supposed to be psychokinetic. No Grade One demon would have the power to cause a windstorm, but somehow it had. There could have been another demon in the library, but they never work as a team.
So who laughed at me? Her eyes slowly tracked over the remaining students.
No clue. One of the cute guys was stuffi ng books in his backpack.
When she caught his eye, he just shook his head in disapproval as if she were a naughty five-year-old.
Rich creep. He had to be if he was still in college.
Digging in her messenger bag, she pulled out a warm soda and took several long gulps. It didn’t cut the taste of old paper in the back of her throat. As she jammed the bottle into her bag the demon bite flared in pain. It was starting to swell and made her arm throb all the way to the elbow. She knew she should treat it with Holy Water, but the cops had told her not to move and she didn’t think the library would appreciate her getting their carpet wet.
At least the cops weren’t asking her questions anymore. One of them had tried to bully her into making a statement, but that had only made her mad. To shut him up she’d called her father. She’d told him that something had gone wrong and handed the phone to the cop.
“Mr. Blackthorne? We got a situation here,” he huffed.
Riley shut her eyes. She tried not to listen to the conversation, but that proved impossible. When the cop started with the attitude, her father responded with his you- don’t-want- to- go- there voice. He’d
perfected it as a high school teacher when facing down mouthy teens.
Apparently campus cops were also susceptible to the voice: The officer murmured an apology and handed her the phone.
“Dad? I’m so sorry. . . .” Tears began to build. No way she’d cry in front of the cop, so Riley turned her back to him. “I don’t know what happened.”
There was total silence on the other end of the phone. Why isn’t he saying anything? God, he must be furious. I’m so dead.
“Riley . . .” Her father took in a long breath. “You sure you’re not hurt?”
“Yeah.” No point in telling him about the bite; he’d see that soon enough.
“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”
Somehow Riley didn’t think the university would be so forgiving.
“I can’t get free here so I’ll send someone for you. I don’t want you taking the bus, not after this.”
More silence as the moments ticked by. She felt her heart tighten.
“Riley, no matter what happens, I love you. Remember that.”
Blinking her eyes to keep the tears in check, Riley stowed the phone in her messenger bag. She knew what her father was thinking: Her apprentice license was history.
But I didn’t do anything wrong.
The librarian knelt next to her chair. Her hair was brushed back in place and her clothes tidied. Riley envied her. The world could end and she’d always look neat. Maybe it was a librarian thing, something they taught them in school.
“Sign this, will you?” the woman said.
Riley expected a lengthy list of damages and how she’d be responsible for paying for them. Instead, it was the requisition for payment of demon removal. The one a trapper signed when the job was done.
“But—” Riley began.
“You caught him,” the librarian said, pointing toward the cup resting on the table. “Besides, I looked at the demon chart. This wasn’t just one of the little guys, was it?”
Riley shook her head and signed the form, though her fingers were numb.
“Good.” The librarian pushed back a strand of Riley’s tangled hair and gave her a tentative smile.
“Don’t worry; it’ll be okay.” Then she was gone.
Riley’s mom had said that right before she died. So had her dad after their condo burned to the ground. Adults always acted like they could fix everything.
But they can’t. And they know it.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
ok so I normally wait until I finish the book to write a review, but O M GOSH!!! I could not wait. I am 37 years old and started reading this to see if my 11 year old could read this and what a pleasant surprise. I found a new and exciting author. This story line had me captavated from beginning to well um... middle. It has a few words that we couldv'e done without ( cursing and vulgarity ), but a great plot and strength in a female leading lady
I love series books. I had downloaded the free ebook "Retro-demonology" and it had a free preview of "the demon trapper's daughter". At the end of the free preview, I was mad when I remembered it was only a preview. So, naturally, I bought the ebook. And it was good. There are so many vampire and werewolf stories now trying to capitalize on the current craze that it was refreshing to read something else in the same realm that was a different story. I enjoyed it and the second book and look forward to the third.
I quickly finished this book and immediately wanted to get my hands on the sequel. The characters are likable, it's full of suspense, and the plot is very unique. My only problem was that I found the dialogue to be a little annoying and unnatural, but it wasn't so bad that I couldn't focus on the story. Overall, The Demon Trapper's Daughter was an enjoyable read and I am anticipating the next book in the series!
This novel launches readers straight into the thick of the action. Jana Oliver holds no punches, immediately introducing readers to the harsh realities of this grim and gritty future. Riley finds herself in one unbearable situation after another, and the men in her Guild are far from supportive (considering she's the only female trapper -- ever). Though this world is bleak, it is brilliantly constructed: descriptive, complex, complete and self-contained. The fascinating demonology ranges from the downright gruesome to the adorably gremlin-like. It is especially intriguing that the demons are not a secret, but a daily fact of life in this brutal future. The mythology Oliver has built is rich, and half the fun is learning more about its intricacies. Yet, there is an interesting contrast between this grungy world and the quippy narration. Riley is definitely a cynic, and she is strong, smart and determined to prove herself. The novel evokes the hopelessness of this future with apparent ease, and it is impossible not to feel for Riley as she endures the unimaginable. However, though Riley is a sympathetic and rounded character, it is nearly impossible to like the rest of the Guild. The male-dominant world is appallingly misogynistic and crass. While that may be the effect the author was going for, it sometimes made reading uncomfortable. Yet, it is refreshing to read a YA novel in which romance is not the primary focus. THE DEMON TRAPPER'S DAUGHTER does feature some teen love, but by-and-large it centers on the fur-flying, demon-trapping antics of the Guild -- full of action, danger and mystery. Jana Oliver has created a fascinating, utterly original story that will add spice to the repetitive YA fare. ~Review from thebookishtype[dot]blogspot[dot]com
I thoroughly enjoyed reading "The Demon Trapper's Daughter." I really liked the characters, especially Riley who is a strong, independent leading female character and I often feel a strong lack of characters like her in YA books. I also found myself torn between both boys in this book, Beck and Simon are both so likeable that I felt torn through most of the novel which makes me look forward to the next book to see if relationships will last, change, etc. My only complaint about this is that there is a real lack of backstory that I just kept waiting to have explained but that never happened. I am hoping in the next book to maybe get an explanation on a few things that were never laid out clearly. Overall, it was an excellent book that I would reccomend to any YA readers and I anticipate more from this series.
I couldn't stop reading it! Its an easy read and it really keeps you interested. Reading the 2nd book now and I cant wait for the 3rd!!
Can't wait for the 2nd book on the series. I thought the idea for the book was original and very interesting. Riley faces many challenges but stays strong! I have to admit as nice as Simon and Ori are I am rooting for Beck ! Enjoy this is a great read !
Just started and im already crying. Its so good and im not even half done
This book is amazing!!!! I LOVED THE ACTION PACKED PARTS AND THE LOVING PARTS!!!!! IM ROOTING FOR RILEY AND BECK TO GET TOGETHER BUT THEY REFUSE TO LISTEN!!!! LETS EE WHAT HAPPENS IN THE NEXT BOOK, SOUL THIEF!!!
In the picture. Converse heh :3 go, conzies
I read hundreds of books each year. I have read some amazing books so far this year and I would have to say that The Demon Trapper's Daughter has to have been one of my absolute favorites! From the very first page, Jana Oliver had me hooked. She is a perfect example of a great writer whose books will become the new rage. Her character development was perfect, you came to love and sympathize with them or hate them all together. I think that a great writer will get the reader to have an emotional response to what is going on within the pages, this seems to be Oliver's specialty. Riley was so well written and the back and forth with Simon is great. And while some of them don't make a HUGE appearance, the demons were pretty lifelike ... I came to really enjoy when certain ones would make an appearance because I was excited to see how Riley would react. Writing about the struggle between good and evil isn't exactly a new endeavor in the literary world. What is unique is the way that Oliver went about weaving the story. The concept that she came up with (demons walking around terrorizing society with trappers hunting them down and catching them) was interesting and gripping. The awesome thing is that there are three other books in this series and I've heard that they are all just as good as the first installment! Unfortunately, I haven't had the opportunity to read them yet because I have a reading list longer than the Great Wall but I will get to them soon! Amazing book, a must read!!!
Riley is a girl trying to make her way in a man's world. She wants to follow in her father's footsteps and trap the demons that now run loose. But, it's not really something that girls do. Only eventually, she needs to step up and do it anyway, learning the ropes from her father's partner Beck. There's something going on, though. The demons know her by name and someone appears to be sabotaging the trappers' efforts. Riley needs to figure out what's happening before she becomes a casualty too. This is my first exposure to Jana Oliver, and I am absolutely taken with her. Holy world building, Batman. I loved her concept of 2018 demon-ridden Atlanta. It appears that sometime in the next five years, inflation skyrockets, which forces much of the population into poverty. Gas is 10 bucks a gallon, businesses have been shuttered and, oh yeah - demons ranked 1 through 5 (with 1s being relatively harmless and 5s being bringers of brimstone and death) run rampant through the city. This look into the not too distant future was pretty awesome. I loved how Oliver weaved the picture of down-trodden Atlanta with the supernatural aspect of demons. And, she did it so seamlessly too. Much more seamlessly than most passes at urban fantasy. The different levels of demons were super creative and totally awesome. And the set-up of the trappers and their rivals, the demon hunters - who kill rather than capture their targets, was captivating and riveting. Riley is a great female character. She's plucky and brave and super smart. I think she's way too hard on Beck. Talk about a woman scorned. Sheesh. She had a crush on him when she was 15 and he turned her away. Ever since then, she treats him like crap with a capital C. She does have her moments of weakness when it comes to him, but they are few and far between. And, Beck. My boy Beck is a whole lot of awesomesauce wrapped up in utter stubbornness. He's actually a really good match for Riley. He too is brave and wild and a little nuts. He's had a tough life and has learned to push pretty much everyone away. Despite what he displays on the outside, he seems to genuinely care about Riley. However, being the chivalrous guy he is, Beck thinks that keeping Riley at arm's length is what would be best for her, so he consistently pushes her away with abrasiveness and tons of grrr. Riley and Beck are equal parts frustrating. The good kind, of course. The side characters are pretty cool too. There's Simon, Riley's fellow apprentice trapper who appears to be her boyfriend. Something's off with that dude though. Riley's dad made my heart hurt. He works super hard and is really good at what he does, but he doesn't have any time for Riley, and that sucks for both of them. The only side character I didn't really get was Riley's BFF, Peter. He seems to like her like her, yet he never declares it. His mom never wants him to see her. And truthfully, most of their interactions are via the phone. He was pretty non-essential to the story. I could've done without him. I'm excited to continue on with the series and find out what's in store next for Riley and Beck. And, I owe Jennifer L. Armentrout a huge thank you for turning me on to this awesome series.
Umm. People not that book the other one. Me, kindel, an andrew are already there halley. Hurry up. To below:how did you get here. Noone knows where were at. We have right to free speech. ?
The series is Amazing.
I rated this book 4/5 which is saying something coming from me. I thought this book was great, but what I really loved about it was its characters! Riley Blackthorne is a very special girl and I mean it! In Rileys world seeing demons is normal for everyone, but seeing demons call you by your name, that only happens to Riley and her father, master demon trapper Paul Blackthorne. Riley has a very hard personality and although some of her dicisions in this series will infuriate you, trust me you will still be routing for her. Now you have to understand everything Riley has been through, her mother died of cancer, their condo burned down so now they live in a small apartment, then her father dies, which causes a whole lot of problems for her! So before you start thinking " oh i would be awesome in her position! Shes such a wimp!" You have to think about everything she has been through! And honestly do you seriously think you would be able to kick demon butt like her... no didnt think so! And to top it all off her dad made some reallybad dicisions when he was alive but it was all to protect her, and now all those dicisions have demons and fallen angels after Rileys soul and magicians after Rileys fathers body! But who cares because there is this really cute demon trapper that was close to Rileys father and is obiously secretly crushing on Riley but you dont figure that out till later in the series! And his name is Denver Beck! He served in the war in aphganistan, used to be real bad a**, is country, had an acholic sl*t for a mother, and he still has a really big heart, but he also still acts bad a** but in that nice way that makes you say ahhhhh when you figure out that he has a bunny because he didnt want it to get hurt in the wilderness when his ex told him to release it in a park! Sorry didnt mean to give so much away but that happens in like the second or third book! Then there is the religious demon trapper named simon who is supposedly reallt cute but trust me when i say its safer not to get too attached to him because he is going to do something that will get you really angry in the other books and towards the end he'll get better but things just wont be the same after that. There is also a really cute nerd named peter that is Rileys geneious friend! There are to many characters to mention but if you liked the ones i have already told you about (maybe a crush on Beck) then you will love the rest and even hate some of the characters! But youll have to read the books to figure it out!