Riley Blackthorne is beginning to learn that there are worse things than death by demon. And love is just one of them…
Seventeen-year-old Riley has about had it up to here. After the devastating battle at the Tabernacle, trappers are dead and injured, her boyfriend Simon is gravely injured, and now her beloved late father's been illegally poached from his grave by a very powerful necromancer. As if that's not enough, there's Ori, one sizzling hot freelance demon hunter who's made himself Riley's unofficial body guard, and Beck, a super over-protective "friend" who acts more like a grouchy granddad. With all the hassles, Riley's almost ready to leave Atlanta altogether.
But as Atlanta's demon count increases, the Vatican finally sends its own Demon Hunters to take care of the city's "little" problem, and pandemonium breaks loose. Only Riley knows that she might be the center of Hell's attention: an extremely powerful Grade 5 demon is stalking her, and her luck can't last forever…
Soul Thief is Book Two in Jana Oliver's bestselling young adult series, Demon Trappers.
About the Author
Jana Oliver is the award-winning author of the young adult urban fantasy series Demon Trappers, including The Demon Trapper's Daughter. 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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A Demon Trappers Novel
By Jana Oliver
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2011 Jana Oliver
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The Grounds Zero Coffee Shop made the most amazing hot chocolate in Atlanta, maybe even the whole world. It appeared Riley Blackthorne would have to wade through Armageddon to get it.
"The end is near!" a man called out to passersby. He stood at the shop's entrance holding a homemade cardboard sign that proclaimed the same thing. Instead of having a scraggly beard and wearing a black robe like some biblical prophet, he was wearing chinos and a red shirt.
"You've got to prepare, missy," he said and shoved a pamphlet toward Riley with considerable zeal. The tract looked remarkably like the one she had in her jacket pocket. Like the one the angel had given her right before she'd agreed to work for Heaven to save her boyfriend's life.
"The end is near!" the man shouted again.
"Is there still time for hot chocolate?" Riley asked.
The End Times guy blinked. "Ah, maybe; I don't know."
"Oh, good," she said. "I'd hate to take on Hell without fueling up."
That earned her a confused frown. Rather than explain she jammed the tract in her pocket and pushed open the door to the coffee shop as the man went back to exhorting his audience to prepare for the worst.
The Grounds Zero didn't look any different from how it did the last time she'd been here. The smell of roasted beans hung in the air like a heady perfume, and the espresso machine growled low and deep. Customers tapped on laptops as they enjoyed expensive coffee and talked about whatever was important in their lives. Just like every day. Except ...
Everything is weird now.
Even buying hot chocolate. That used to be easy: Place order, pay for order, receive hot beverage. No hassles. That didn't appear to be the case today.
The barista kept staring at her even as he made the drink, which wasn't a good thing, because he nearly scalded himself. Maybe it was the multiple burn holes in her denim jacket, or the ragged slice down one sleeve that revealed the T-shirt underneath. Or the fact that her long brown hair had a frizzled, been-too-close-to-a-flame look, despite two shampoo sessions and a lot of conditioner. At least she'd changed her jeans, or the guy would be staring at all the dried blood. Blood that wasn't hers.
"I saw you on TV. You're one of them, aren't you?" he asked in a shaky voice, brown eyes so wide they seemed to cover most of his face.
On TV? Riley had no choice but to own up. "Yeah, I'm a demon trapper." One of the few lucky enough to survive last night's slaughter.
The guy dropped the ceramic cup on the counter, sloshing some of the brown goodness over the side and onto the saucer. He backed away like Riley had horns coming out of her skull.
"Whipped cream?" she asked, frowning now. Even if the world was ending, hot chocolate had to have that glorious white stuff on top or what was the point? He reluctantly added the topping, keeping his eyes on her rather than the cup. Some of it actually went inside. "Chocolate shavings?" she nudged.
"Ah ... we're out," he said.
It's just one creepo guy. No big.
But it wasn't just him. Other customers stared as she made her way to an empty booth. One by one they looked up at the television screen high on the wall, then back to her, comparing images.
There, courtesy of CNN, was last night's disaster in glorious color: flames pouring out of the roof of the Tabernacle as demons ran everywhere. And there she was, illuminated by the raging fire, kneeling on the pavement near her injured boyfriend. She was crying, holding Simon in her arms. It was the moment she knew he was dying.
Oh, God. I can't handle this.
The saucer in Riley's hand began to quake, dislodging more of the hot chocolate. It'd been bad enough to live through that horror, but now it was all over the television in full and unflinching detail.
She paused near a booth as a picture of Simon appeared on the screen. It must have been his high school graduation photo, since his white-blond hair was shorter and his expression stone serious. He was usually that way except when they were hanging together; then he'd let his guard down, especially when they were kissing.
Riley closed her eyes recalling the time they'd spent together before the meeting. They'd kissed, and he'd admitted how much he cared for her. Then a demon had tried to kill him.
Riley sank into the booth and inhaled the rich scent of the hot chocolate, using it to push the bad memories away. The effort failed, though it never had in the past. Instead, her mind dutifully conjured up the image of her boyfriend in his hospital bed, tubes everywhere, his face as white as the sheets.
Simon meant so much to her. He'd been a quiet, comforting presence after her father's death. Losing him so soon after her dad was unthinkable and Heaven had known that. What else could she do but agree to their terms: Simon's life in trade for Riley owing Heaven a favor. A Really Big Favor. Like stopping Armageddon in its tracks.
"Why me?" Riley muttered. "Why not someone else? Why not Simon?"
He was religious, followed all the rules. He'd be the perfect guy to keep the world from ending. They could have made the deal with him when he was injured.
Instead they chose me.
To Riley's annoyance, the hot chocolate had cooled beyond what was acceptable drinking temperature, but she sipped it anyway. She kept her eyes riveted on the cup's contents, away from the television screen. Someone scraped a chair across the floor to sit at a table, and Riley jumped at the sound, half expecting a horde of demons to pour through the front door at any moment.
The cup trembled in her hands, reminding her how close she skated near the edge. Too much had hit her in a short period of time. Too much more and she wouldn't cope.
I have to find my dad. That she could do. Maybe. Still, it was something she could focus on. It was unlikely his body was buried under the rubble at the Tabernacle, not when a necromancer went to all the effort to summon him from his grave. That's what necros did: they reanimated corpses and sold them to rich people as unpaid servants. By now someone would be lining up to buy Master Trapper Paul Blackthorne, if he hadn't been sold already.
What is it like to be dead and walking around like you're still alive? Besides the creep factor, it had to be truly weird. Did her dad remember dying? Did he remember the funeral and being buried? Spiky cold zipped down Riley's spine. She had to get her head in the game.
I'll find him. I'll get him back in the ground, and that'll be the end of it.
Her eyes wandered back to the television. A different reporter was doing a play-by-play of last night's horror. He had it mostly right — the local Trappers Guild had held a meeting at the Tabernacle in downtown Atlanta, just like they always did. In the middle of the meeting the demons had arrived. Then it got bad.
"Eyewitnesses say that at least two different kinds of Hellspawn were involved in the attack and that the trappers were quickly overwhelmed," the reporter said.
Three different kinds, but who's counting?
Riley frowned. The trappers hadn't been overwhelmed. Well, not completely. They'd even managed to kill a few of the things.
When she went to pick up the cup of hot chocolate, her hands were still shaking. They'd been that way since last night and nothing she did made them stop. She downed the liquid in small sips, knowing people were watching her, talking among themselves. Someone took a picture of her with his cell phone.
In the background, she could still hear the reporter on CNN. "A number of the trappers escaped the inferno and were immediately set upon by a higher-level fiend."
The higher-level fiend had been a Grade Five demon who'd opened up deep holes in the ground, spun off mini tornadoes, and caused the earth to shake. All in an effort to take out one trapper.
If it hadn't been for Ori, a freelance demon hunter, the Five would have killed her just like it had her dad.
"We have interviewed eyewitnesses who claim they saw angels last night," the reporter continued. "We've had Doctor Osbourne, a professor of religious studies at UC Santa Barbara, review the videos. He's with us here today, via satellite." A solemn gray-haired man appeared on the screen. "What's your take on this amazing event, Doctor?"
"I've watched the videos, and all that is visible is a circle of incredibly bright light that surrounds the demon trappers. I have colleagues in Atlanta who've claimed to see angels in your city. They appeared throughout the Bible to Abraham, to Jacob. Sodom and Gomorrah rated two of them. In this case, they were actively protecting the trappers from Hellspawn. I'd say that's biblically significant."
Tell me about it.
Riley dug in her messenger bag, retrieved a pen, and began a list on a crisp white napkin.
Bust Holy Water Scam
Save the World
As she saw it, if number three on the list didn't work out, the last two weren't going to be an issue.CHAPTER 2
Feeling a tickle in his throat, Denver Beck coughed deeply in an attempt to purge the stale smoke from his lungs. It did little good. In the distance, firefighters moved across the Tabernacle's rubble, working on the hot spots and searching for charred bodies in the mounds of broken bricks and burnt wood.
I should have died last night. In the past it wouldn't have mattered. Now it did. It was his fear for Riley that had driven him out of the smoke and flames.
To his right, Master Trapper Angus Stewart leaned heavily on his cane in the late-afternoon sun. His usually ruddy face was nearly the color of his white hair, pale against the bloodstained bandage tucked into his hairline. They stood near one of the many holes in the Tabernacle's parking lot, the stench of burnt asphalt hanging heavy in the air. Beck bent over and stared into the crater's maw, which was laced with tangled wires and debris. It was a good ten feet wide and three times as deep. A thin column of steam rose from its center.
"How does a demon do this kind of damage?" he asked in a soft Southern drawl.
"The Geo-Fiend just waved its hands and this abyss appeared. They have some strange power over the earth and the weather," Stewart said in his rich Scottish accent. It was still noticeable, though blunted by a decade in Atlanta.
As Beck straightened up, the demon wound in his thigh cramped in protest. The dressing was leaking and the drainage had soaked into his blue jeans. He needed more aspirin — his temperature was up and every now and then his teeth would chatter. Like a mild case of the flu with claw marks as the bonus.
Everythin' has changed now. He knew angels were for real; he'd seen them around Atlanta. Most were the ministering kind, the most prolific of Heaven's folk, who came and went doing whatever God wanted them to do. He'd never seen any from the higher realm, the ones with the flaming swords. He had last night.
Beck shook his head again, unable to deal with how eerie the things had been. At least seven feet tall, clothed in eye-blinding white with shimmering alabaster wings edged in gray, their fiery swords had roared like summer thunder and filled the night air with the crisp tang of ozone.
"I've never heard tell of Heaven steppin' in to protect trappers," Beck said in a lowered voice, mindful of a television news crew on the other side of the parking lot. They were all over the city now, trying to get a handle on one of the biggest stories to hit Atlanta since the 1996 Olympics. "Why're the demons workin' together now? It feels like a war's brewin'."
"So it does." Stewart cleared his throat. "Seein' the angels make ya a believer?"
Beck blinked at the question. Had it? He'd never really thought much about God, and he figured the feeling was mutual. "Maybe," he admitted.
Stewart huffed in agreement. "The city will be wantin' action."
"Master Harper will take care of that, won't he?" Beck asked. Harper was the most senior trapper in Atlanta and Riley's master. From what Beck could tell, he was a serious piece of work but a good trapper when he wasn't drinking.
"Nay, not with his ribs bein' the way they are," Stewart said. "I'll have ta take the lead. With Ethan dead, I'll need yer help."
Ethan had been one of the master's apprentices, but he'd not made it out of the Tabernacle alive. "What about yer other apprentice? Rollins. Where's he?"
"He quit. Canna handle this sorta thing. I respect that." Stewart paused a moment, then added, "I'm pleased ta hear young Simon's gonna make it. That's good news for Riley."
"Yeah," Beck replied, unsure of where the old master was heading with that last comment.
"She and Simon have taken a fancy ta each other, did ya know? They were holdin' hands and kissin' before the meetin'. They didn't know I saw them."
"Kissin'?" Beck felt something heavy form in his chest, like a stone weighing on his heart. Had to be because of the demon wound; they always made you feel sick. It wouldn't do for him to think of Riley as more than just Paul's little girl.
"Ya didn't know?" the master asked, all innocence.
Beck shook his head. He'd known Riley and Simon were spending time together: They were both apprenticing with Harper and saw each other every day. But he hadn't realized their relationship had gone that far. She was only seventeen, and now that both of her parents were dead he felt responsible for her. Sort of like a big brother. Sort of something more.
"Yer frownin', lad," Stewart observed.
Beck tensed, uncomfortable under the old trapper's scrutiny. "Simon's better than some she could date," he acknowledged. "But he's not what she should be thinkin' about right now. I'll have a talk with him once he's better. Warn him off." Let him know if he goes too far with her I'll rip his damned head off.
The master gave him a fatherly smile. "Let them sort it out, lad. Ya canna keep her in a bubble the rest of her life."
Wanna bet? It's what Paul would have wanted and, if he was honest, the only way Beck could sleep at night. As he stared at the broken landscape and the savaged building, his mind filled with images from the evening before. Of demons and the trappers battling for survival. Of Riley in the middle of the flames and how close he'd come to losing her. Beck shuddered, ice shearing through his veins.
Stewart laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, startling him. "I know ya stayed inside that furnace until the very last. That takes stones, and I'm damned proud of ya."
Beck couldn't meet the master's eyes, troubled by the praise.
The Scotsman's hand retreated. "Ya can't carry it all on yer shoulders, broad as they are."
He sounded just like Paul, but that made sense: Master Stewart had trained Riley's father, who in turn had apprenticed Beck. From what Paul had said, the Stewarts were some of the best demon trappers in the world.
This man thought he'd done all right last night. He's just bein' nice.
As if knowing a change of topic was needed, Stewart asked, "Any idea who pulled Paul from his grave?"
That was the other thing hanging over them. Though he'd been dead for two weeks, Riley's father had appeared at the trapper's meeting, summoned from his eternal rest by a necromancer. He was a reanimated corpse now, money on the hoof providing he'd made it out of the Tabernacle in one piece.
"Riley did everythin' she could to keep him in the ground," Beck complained.
"She sat vigil every damned night, made sure there was a consecrated circle around his grave. Then some bastard steals him the one time she isn't there. It just sucks."
"She have any notion who did it?" Stewart nudged.
"I didn't get a chance to ask her." Which wasn't quite the truth. Beck could have. They'd huddled together in her family's mausoleum in Oakland Cemetery until dawn, on hallowed ground in case the demons came after them. She'd been so upset about Simon and the others, she'd cried herself to sleep. At the time it didn't seem important to know who'd resurrected Paul, so he'd just held her close, kept her safe, thanking God she'd survived. Trying to work through his feelings for the girl. When he'd left her this morning she'd still been asleep, dried tears on her cheeks. He hadn't had the heart to wake her.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I definitely recommend this book. Was an easy read and pulled me in from the beginning. I can't wait for the next one!
Jana Oliver certainly didn't disappoint in the second book of this wonderful series! This book is a must read and just as good as the first. It will have on the edge of your seat and wanting it to never end!
Another masterpiece! Jana Oliver's writing style is simply enchanting. The story draws you in and is relentless in its pursuit to keep you enthralled all the way to the very last word.. When I picked up Soul Thief I had a very hard time having to put it down (I managed to suffer through that) and was able to read the book in about 3 days.Which isn't bad considering I work 40+ hours a week, attend college, and have a family/home to take care of. SPOILER ALERT FROM BOOK 1: When we last read of Atlanta in The Demon Trapper's Daugher, Book 1 (See review HERE), a meeting of the Trapper's Guild had just gotten underway when the reanimate corpse of Paul Blackthorne, Riley's father, busted in to the Tabernacle to warn them of danger. They were complete overrun by demons and many lives were lost and bodies injured, including Simon, Riley's boyfriend. In order to save Simon, Riley made a "deal" with one of the angels. Now, we learn that the city has decided to allow hunters from the Vatican come in and clean up what they feel the Trappers are unable to do. Riley is still being pursued by debt collectors who want her father's reanimated corpse in trade for the money owed. She is also being watched/protected by Ori, who wants nothing else but to slay the Grade 5 demon that killed Paul Blackthorne and attempted to extinguish Riley life at the Tabernacle massacre.except to maybe get Riley into his bed too-but Ori, as hot as he is, has his own agenda, secrets, and a boss that, when revealed, will certainly cause turmoil within you. Through this, Riley and Simon start having issues when "someone" keeps insinuating to Simon that Riley sold her soul to the Devil and is now working on the wrong side of the game. Riley is still trying to find her father and the necro that raised him. And then there's Beck.awesome, sweet, hotter than Hades, Beck. We finally get to see the softer side of Beck; the Beck that would do anything for hot-headed Riley-and not just because he promised Paul.there are some embers burning within him and I hope we get to explore them in Book 3.
So excited !
It was nice reading something original for once.
I cant wait to read the others. I think this series is original and refreshing. But its so cruel, i feel so bad for Riley and a liitle for Beck. Spoiler i wanted the Ori+Riley hookup even though i want her to end up with Beck. I thought it would go just right until he had to leave. I really thought he was a good guy. I was like yes, yes, yes when they were together. And then i was like why, why, why, and no, no, no. I was completely torn up by what happened so i feel so heartbroken for Riley. Its definentley a suprise/shocker (at least to me) for how it turned out.
I have to admit I enjoyed the first book more than the second one. The world of the Demon Trappers was fresh, new, vibrant and exciting in Forsaken and fell a little flat in Forbidden. I was also hoping to see some improvement in the relationship between Riley and Beck, but instead we get another possible love interest. Like a love triangle isn’t enough already. In this sequel, Riley is hunting down her Dad’s reanimted corpse while trying to deal with a Level Five demon stalking her, and the fact all of Hell’s minions seem to know her name. The Vatican decides the Trappers Guild can’t deal with this mayhem anymore, and they call in the big shots, the Demon Hunters, to try and solve the mess. Unfortunately, those Demon Hunters are even more ill-equipped than the trappers to stop the chaos brewing in Atlanta. While the stakes are definitely higher than in Forsaken, I felt some of the scenes in this book weren’t always as strong as in the first book. A lot of things were happening at once, that left me at times confused and at times gave me trouble focusing. On the other hand, the characters are more developed then they were in the first installment. Especially Riley seems to have done a bit of growing up, from a brat to a girl who can stand her ground but doesn’t act like a spoiled teenager anymore. Beck turned from one of my least favorite fiction love interests ever into one I could live with. I’m not entirely fond of him yet, but he’s changed for the better in this book. It’s like he’s gotten over his rage, anger and hurt and toughened up. I liked that change in him, and how it influenced the dynamics between him and Riley. Both characters are definitely growing and evolving, and I can’t wait to see where they’ll end up. My only pet peeve with this book, as I already mentioned, is that things are happening, but I wasn’t drawn in enough to fully register everything. It seemed like there was a giant gap between me, as the reader, and the characters and events unfolding. If you liked Forsaken, don’t miss out on Forbidden. Jana Oliver has created an original, action-filled world with demons and angels, Holy Water, love triangles and intriguing characters.
OMG!!!!!! GO RILEY GO BECK GO WHOEVER WAS IN THIS BOOK!!!! THEY ALL WERE FUNNY LOVING AND VERY GOOD AT FIGHTING!! THEY ALL PLAYED AN IMPORTANT PART IN THE MAKING OF SOUO THIEF!!!! HOPE THE THIRD ONES AS GOOD AS THESE!!!
This series is very addictive! I heard about it on the griffin readers sight and they havent let me down yet. It looked interesting so i read the first book, and immediately got the other two, now i am dying for the fourth book to come out! It is a must read! Ive recommended it to all my book wormy friends!