In FORETOLD, the fourth Demon Trappers novel by Jana Oliver, Riley faces the final battle for humanity and Beck's heart—and Hell is the least of her problems
Now that Riley’s managed to (just barely) fend off Armageddon, everything’s changed. Well . . . most things. After their passionate kiss before the big battle in the cemetery, Beck is back to treating her like a little girl, as if nothing ever happened. While she’d love to just tell him off and move on, Riley vowed to take care of Beck the way he’s taken care of her since her father’s death—but she’s about to get a whole lot more than she bargained for. When she’s commissioned to go with Beck to his hometown and help him care for his dying mother, they stumble too close to a dark and murderous secret, one that Beck fears will drive Riley away from him forever. As chaos breaks loose, Riley may be Beck's only hope for redemption . . . and survival.
Meanwhile, up in Atlanta, it’s quickly becoming clear that Heaven may have won a battle, but the war is far from over. Riley and Beck face a stormy future, as Lucifer's ex-right-hand-man, Sartael, proves himself to be more resilient than anyone thought. He has Atlanta in his grip and is about to begin a brutal war with the prince of Hell. As the seconds tick down toward a final confrontation, it's up to Riley and the man she loves to finally defeat their old enemy, or lose everything they've fought for.
About the Author
JANA OLIVER is also the award-winning author of the Time Rovers series. She lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband and is happiest when she’s researching outlandish urban legends, wandering around old cemeteries and dreaming up new stories.
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“What could go wrong?” Riley Blackthorne muttered under her breath. That wasn’t the kind of question she should ask while on a demon-trapping run in one of Atlanta’s train stations.
What could go wrong? Everything.
She and two other trappers were stalking a Pyro-Fiend, a Grade Two demon whose Hellish job was to set fires. So far, it’d been having a grand time dropping fireballs in front of the MARTA trains, setting alight trash containers and, in one case, firing up a train car.
Usually Riley was all about capturing demons. Her late father, Paul Blackthorne, had been a legendary master trapper so it was in her blood. She should have been jazzed about this trapping run.
Not so much. Not when she was trapping with two guys who didn’t want to be anywhere near her.
The pair were both in their early twenties, blond, and handsome, but there the similarities ended. The one to her right, her blue-eyed ex-boyfriend, wasn’t quite as hostile as he’d once been. In fact, Simon Adler hadn’t tried to splash her with Holy Water or accuse her of working for Hell once during the twenty minutes they’d been on-site.
Simon’s battle with a ravenous demon had left him mortally wounded and if it hadn’t been for the deal Riley had cut with Heaven, he’d be in his grave. Then one of Hell’s most deceptive Archangels had played hockey with his mind and his deep Catholic faith. When he’d finally found out who’d been pulling his strings and about her deal with Heaven, Riley’s ex had gone into free fall. The result was one confused guy who didn’t know what to believe or who to trust.
At least you’re not yelling at me anymore.
That privilege belonged to the guy on her left: Denver Beck, the muscled ex-military South Georgia dude who had served as trapping partner to Riley’s father until his death. Beck was usually a cool guy to work with. Today he was opting for total butthead.
He glowered at them. “So what are we waitin’ for?” he snarled. “Think the demon’s just gonna come up and introduce itself to y’all?”
“It’ll show up soon enough. They always do,” Riley replied, trying not to lose her temper. Then Beck would win.
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I’m here,” she said. “Demons can’t resist trying to kill me.”
That earned her a sidelong glance from Simon.
“Hey, it’s true. It’s not because I work for Hell, okay?” Well, not entirely.
“I didn’t say a word,” he murmured.
“You were thinking it.”
“You two done?” Beck demanded.
Riley shot the senior trapper a scathing glare and it came right back at her. Beck had been this way ever since he’d tossed her out of his house in a fit of self-martyrdom. Just when they’d grown so close, something in his past had caused him to push her away. This time Riley wasn’t going quietly, not when she knew she loved the guy.
Pushing ahead of the others, she worked her way through the crowd. It was a good time to be down here—in a few days the trains would be packed with people headed to or from the basketball games, all dressed in their favorite team’s colors. Or in the case of Clemson University, orange-and-black tiger tails.
Folks waiting for the next train gave her a concerned look. That wasn’t surprising since her face had been all over CNN and the newspapers in the last few weeks. It also might have something to do with the small white sphere she was carrying.
“You guys trappers?” someone called out.
“Sure are,” Beck replied.
“Time for me to take the bus,” the guy said, turning on his heel and heading for an exit.
Riley sighed. Maybe it would have been better to evacuate the train station, but if this turned out to be a false alarm there’d be hell to pay at City Hall.
As she continued down the platform, a train pulled in and passengers exited, including one man carrying a giant stuffed panda wearing a football helmet.
Sometimes it was best not to know the real story.
A thin plume of white smoke curled out of a nearby trash container, catching Riley’s notice. Could it be the Pyro-Fiend? She shot a glance toward Beck and he shrugged in response.
The trappers positioned themselves on either side of the container.
“Ready?” Beck asked. When they nodded, he kicked the can over and trash tumbled out, along with a pile of burning napkins. Apparently someone had tossed a lit cigarette inside and now they had a mess to clean up. Plus MARTA passengers laughing at them.
Riley stomped out the fire, then kicked the junk back into the can. As she worked, Beck bitched under his breath about how this whole run had been a screwup. As she bent over to nudge an empty donut box into the container, she felt the prickle of something touching her mind. Something demonic.
Blackthorne’s daughter, the voice called.
She shot up into a standing position. “It’s close. It name-checked me.” There was the crackle of paper at her feet and a red demon crawled out of the trash. It was about eight or so inches tall, with forked tail and sharp teeth. A flame flickered on its right palm.
“Trapper!” it cried and lobbed a fireball directly at Simon. He dropped and kissed the dirty concrete as the roaring flames shot over the top of his head.
“Hey, dumbass!” Beck shouted, but the demon ignored him, generating another flame to toss at Simon.
Riley stepped in its way, heaved a white sphere heavenward, and waited for the snow to fall. Instead there was a cracking sound and then a shower of sleet: The magic inside the sphere had misfired. Cold rain pelted down on them and it set the demon to howling. Distracted, the fiend dropped its ball of flame and it rolled across the platform like a fiery tennis ball, past a wooden bench and two startled onlookers.
Demon or flame? Riley ran after the fire, fearing it would spread throughout the station if she didn’t contain it. Above her another snow globe cracked open and its contents swirled down like a North Dakota blizzard. The falling snow made the concrete slippery and she slid and cracked her knee. The flame ball kept rolling toward a train car and its open door.
Panicking, she stripped off her jacket and threw herself on the ball of flame. The fabric immediately began to smolder from the intense heat and Riley pounded at it with her hands. The flames faltered and finally died.
Despite all the drama, people walked around her, one clipping her elbow as they hurried past to wherever they were headed. One couple laughed as she knelt there in the snow, her hair a mess and her jacket smoking. Someone began lobbing snowballs. After the train doors had closed, a small kid pressed his nose up against the window, eyes wide, watching her intently. She winked at him and to her surprise, he shyly waved back as the train departed.
Maybe life doesn’t suck after all.
When she regained her feet, Riley found Simon holding a bait box containing the Pyro-Fiend and enough dry ice to keep it from playing firebug until they sold it to a demon trafficker. True to form, the thing was painting the station blue with its curse words.
A quick check around proved the train platform was devoid of gawkers except for a lone fellow with a cell phone busily recording the action. He’d probably have uploaded the video to the Internet before they left the station.
“That was sloppy,” Beck complained, hands on his hips. It was his I’m gettin’ in yer face and you’d best listen pose. “What’s up with y’all?”
Riley would have loved to tell him exactly what was wrong if the guy with the cell phone hadn’t been nearby.
Simon managed a weak “Sorry.”
When Beck glared over at her, expecting her to apologize, Riley shook her head. She jammed her roasted jacket into his hands and whispered, “Bite me.”
* * *
Once they were on street level and away from the phone dude, Riley flipped over her hands to check for burns.
Next to her, Simon took a sharp intake of breath. “Where did those come from?” he asked, eyes wide.
Oops. She’d forgotten about the dark inscriptions on both her palms. At this point she didn’t care if the other trappers knew what they meant. Riley raised her left palm and pointed to the black crown. “This one’s from Heaven.” She switched hands. “And the flaming sword is from Hell,” she explained. “Yeah, I know, it’s wacked to have both.”
When Simon frowned, she braced herself for another torrent of accusations about her being Lucifer’s Minion of the Month.
Instead, his frown deepened. “Won’t they ever leave us alone?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“Maybe someday,” she lied.
* * *
Riley really wasn’t playing attention as she walked to her car, eager to get away from Beck and his attitude before they got into a shouting match in front of her ex-boyfriend. That would be the ultimate humiliation.
She’d just reached her car when someone called out to her. When Riley turned, two girls were approaching. They were about her age, wearing modest dresses and coats in deference to the February chill, hair primly tucked into tight buns. Even more tellingly, they were loaded down with a Bible, a big bottle of Holy Water, and a cross.
This wasn’t the first time she’d been confronted by someone keen to save her soul.
Though the Vatican and their Demon Hunters had tried to keep the cemetery battle off everyone’s radar, in particular the whole Hell vs. Heaven part, Atlanta’s citizens knew something major had happened. Some claimed to have seen angels, which was probably the case. You couldn’t have a near miss with Armageddon without a few well-armed Divines flying around. Coupled with the recent demon attacks at the Tabernacle and the Terminus Market, all the blame seemed to stick to the trappers for some reason. Since Riley was always in the news for something or another, she’d become the focus of that wrath.
This duo was probably part of the team of girl exorcists who had arrived in Atlanta a couple of days earlier. From what Riley had heard, they’d been trying to cast out demons 24/7, including one supposed exorcism in the middle of a bowling alley.
“You are consorting with Hell and your soul is in peril,” one of the girls said solemnly, a petite brunette.
Riley’s soul was already the property of a certain Fallen angel, at least if Ori was still alive. She decided it was best not to mention that.
When she didn’t reply, the girl tried again. “We have come to save you. We will exorcise your devil and free you this very night.”
“Look,” Riley began, “I appreciate what you’re doing, but I trapped four demons today. People who work for Hell don’t do that, okay?” Well, actually they can but …
“The Enemy is keeping you from God’s grace,” the girl replied, raising her cross.
Riley’s enemy, Sartael, was currently in Hell—Lucifer’s prisoner—but these girls weren’t going to buy that. She didn’t begrudge them their job, but she didn’t want to get caught up in it.
“Sorry, gotta go,” she said.
The chilly Holy Water hit her a moment later, drenching her face and hair. The cross was in her face next, along with some words that made little sense. It certain wasn’t Latin.
These are wannabes, not the real thing.
When Riley wiped the water out of her eyes, someone grabbed her left hand, the one with Heaven’s mark and the cross was pressed against it. There was no reaction. She didn’t want to find out what would have happen if they tried it on Hell’s brand.
Riley wrenched herself free and backed away. “Will you stop that!”
The girls seemed bewildered. Apparently they’d figured the combo of Holy Water and cross application would have caused her to cast out her devil like in some late-night horror movie.
“Riley?” Beck called out as he and Simon hustled up to the scene. “What’s goin’ on?”
When one of the girls tried to explain, Simon cut her off. “Just leave her alone. You worry about your own souls.”
“You’re working for the Devil. Don’t you know that?” one of the girls called out.
“No more than you are,” Beck replied. “Now get out of here.”
Riley’s tormenters retreated, noticeably disappointed they’d failed in their mission.
Riley slumped against her car, wiping her face free of mascara. If this kept happening, she’d have to buy the expensive waterproof kind.
“Sorry,” Simon replied as if he’d been responsible for the fray.
“Part of the job, I guess,” she replied, still mopping up her makeup.
Beck’s cell phone rang and he stepped away to take the call. As he listened, his expression darkened. “Understood. I’ll see she gets home safe.”
Before Riley could ask what that was all about, he offered Simon his truck keys. “Follow us to Stewart’s house, will ya?”
“Wait, you don’t have to—” Riley began.
“Yeah, I do,” Beck retorted. “Just get in yer car and don’t bother to argue.”
Simon took the keys and retreated.
Wish I could.
* * *
Beck drove, mostly because her eyes were still stinging and watering.
“Ya gonna be okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m getting really tired of this crap.”
“Ya were the one who put herself in the middle of it.”
When his “you’s” became “ya’s” he was upset. But then so was she.
Riley glowered at him. “Why are you being a jerk?”
“I’m drivin’ ya to Stewart’s, aren’t I?” Then he fell silent and glowered at the traffic.
Here we go again. Riley knew exactly where their problem lay and it wasn’t her: It was his ex-girlfriend, the reporter chick, and whatever dirt she’d uncovered about his past.
“I don’t see Justine backing off,” she retorted. “You know, if you hadn’t slept with her, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
The second after she let her jealousy off its leash she knew it was a mistake. Beck reacted instantly, his foot jamming hard on the brakes as they reached a stop sign. Only the seat belt kept her from launching into the dash.
“Yer just like her, always tryin’ to screw with my head,” he said, the veins sticking out on his neck. “I’m startin’ to regret the day I met ya.”
That stung after all they’d been through. “You. Are. Lying. Tell me what Justine knows that has you so scared. Come on, spill it.”
“It’s none of yer damned business,” he said, surging through the intersection, narrowly missing a slow-moving station wagon. “Give it a rest, will ya?”
Riley stared out the side window, surprised the glass didn’t melt from her fury.
One of these days I’ll know the truth.
Copyright © 2012 by Jana Oliver
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I love this book series and think it was absolutley fantastic but i think there should be another book because armagedon hasn't happened in the series yet, just battles leading up to it which leaves me and possibly other readers wondering 'well what happened to armagedon?' My overall review is that the series is well written and creative but it left the readers 'hanging' by not having armagedon.(sorry if i spelled anything wrong)
You know that moment when you're reading the very last book in a series and you finish it. You smile, you're happy because you've reached the conclusion but you're also sad because, well, you reached the conclusion. That's where I am right now with Jana Oliver's Demon Trapper series. I just finished Foretold, the fourth and final installment of The Demon Trapper's Series. I started this wild adventure back in 2011 with The Demon Trapper's Daughter (UK Title - Forsaken) and have held my breath for the two years until Riley and Beck's story reached its conclusion. For one, this is by far the best book cover among all of her amazing book covers to come out, hands down. Foretold is almost like reading two books in one. Half the book takes place in Beck's hometown where we learn there's a lot more to Backwoods Boy then we ever dreamed. His story breaks your heart but to see the man he turned out to be despite his upbringing raises his respect tenfold. Riley must navigate treacherous waters when in South Georgia filled with cruel, lying mothers and townsfolk filled with dark secrets and more gossip then at your local beauty shop, all in the hopes of finding the truth and setting Beck free from his merciless past. If that isn't bad enough, she learns that things in Atlanta aren't as honky dory as she thought. You'd think one near Apocalyptic event would be the low point of her life. But no, it seems Hell has even more plans. Can Riley get her soul back, win the man she loves and escape damnation in Lucifer's realm? Read the last quarter of the book with tissues. I couldn't stop crying. I'm so sad to see this series end. I almost hope that Jana is struct with inspiration again one day and we see, perhaps, a next generation of Demon Trappers or some of our favorite Demon Trappers later in life. But that might just go down as a pipe dream. Still, this was a wonderful series, a great adventure, and the perfect finale.
soo i had preordered this book (well my mom did) cause i loved the series (my mom does too) ad i had just noticed it had came in today like 20 minutes ago and i was like yipppppeeee hehe cause i am like in LOVE with books an i couldnt wait for this to come out and am sooo happy it finaly did and good thing to cuz i just finished the last book i was reading sooo yay december 11th hehe ima goo read.... which i do everyday after school (i guess im kind of a nerd that way but, i dont care) its realllly good so far and this is one of the series so make sure to read the first and the others first
So I'm writing this review for school, and just to warn people, i'm putting out a spoiler alert. Alrighty, so here I go. I adore this book and the entire series! The main character, Riley Blackthorne, has a quick sense of humor and is commited to her work and friends. The author really made her down to Earth. The only trait of hers that I don't like is her jealousy and sharp toungue towards "stick chick." She always tries to help others, especially Beck. Beck Denver is hard-headed and gets easily angry, but you can tell that he has a soft spot for Riley. Both characters are demon trappers. Just like Riley, he puts others before himself. Even when he tried to push Riley away because of he his dark secret, she stuck through it. In doing so, Riley showed everyone that he didn't kill those kids when he was a teenager, and saved Beck's life from the vengeful murderer and demon. After returning from Beck's hometown, they finally accept their attraction towards each other and all goes well; but of course you can't have the perfect ending before the book is even half way through. Riley keeps her own secret from Beck. She is being conjured up to kill demons by the fallen angel Ori who owns her soul. He's preparing her for a big battle, but she doesn't know why until Riley talks the Devil himself and is threatened to be chained to walls of hell. All this drama that they're dealing with only makes their connection stronger. When the big battle scene goes down, Beck ends up being "dead" and having his soul go to hell. When he returns, he has the option of being rewarded with a higher status in the trappers guild. The book ends with Beck trying to pass his test and Riley teaching novices about trapping demons. The best part is how the book ends. The ending makes it seem like there is going to be another book after. Let's hope so! :)
Foretold is the fourth and last book in the Demon Trappers series and one in which I really wish I had read the prior three novels first: not because this book lacks in story or character, but because Jana Oliver does such a titillating performance molding Riley’s character and her powerful story line that fully knowing her entire background would have made this adventure even that much more engaging. “Gone. In the swamp. Probably in a demon’s belly. You’ll be joining him soon enough.” Riley has eyes for Beck, and in spite of sharing a kiss before battle, Beck treats Riley more like a little sister, and she is fed up with it. However, Riley vowed to take care of him since the death of her father and all of the help Beck gave her. But what is Beck hiding from Riley, and what will she do when she finds out? When trouble starts brewing between Sartael and Lucifer, it is left to Riley and Beck to face their fears, work as a team and defeat their powerful enemy for good this time, or watch everything they know and love disappear forever. *This book was provided in exchange for an honest review* *You can view the original review at Musing with Crayolakym and San Francisco & Sacramento City Book Review
I have been waiting for this book for a long time. I’m happy to report that I am VERY happy with the way it ended. Plot: This certain plot has been a long way coming. From the first book till now, it has slowly build up to an epic battle of love and sacrifice. I really enjoyed watching Riley grow up from a scared girl to a fierce woman who can kick anyone butts who stands in her way. Each chapter lead up to some intense scenes and some great (finally) romance. In much of this, this is Becks story as well. We, the reader, finally see his past and where he came from. He has guarded it for so long that having it exposed helps the reader understand him more. Love: Can I get a hell yeah!! It’s about time that these two stop beating around the bush and face the music. Finally, Riley didn’t allow Beck to push her away. Instead, she pushed right back, following Beck till he gave up. I adored how much friendship these two have. Despite what they were facing, they were friends and loyal comrades till the end. They fought next and with each other. And in the end, they let love in like a damn breaking from its hold. Overall, I’m very happy with the way the series concluded. Foretold is breathtaking beautiful in every way. From love to action, Foretold gives the reader a motivation to read to the very last page. An extremely entertaining story. Foretold is awesome!
I started the Demon Trapper series in March and found myself hooked. It was so different from a lot of books out there. How often do you read about demon trappers? There were no vampires or werewolves, but it was focused on something that most people wouldn't have any clue about. All the books were great, and I hope that there will be more. The ending tied everything together and made me so happy. This is an absolute must read!
Loved this book
I wish this series got the same amount of attention like other popular YA novels. I loved this book !!!!!
This is definitely one of my favorite book series. Riley has to be one of the most realistic and greatest heroines out there and I absolutely adore her progressing relationship with Beck.
Denver and Riley are the perfect couple. This is such a great series and one of my favorite. Always had me entertained:) read this series!
This series was such a journey! Absolutely breath taking. I loved it. READ IT NOW!!