Demon Trappers Quotes

“What did ya learn from this dumbass stunt?”
Here's where she was supposed to apologize, promise to be a good little girl and never do anything like this again.
Screw that.
Riley locked eyes with him. “I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken

“I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.”
That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.”
― Jana Oliver, Forbidden

“As Beck drove out of the garage, he gave the parking attendants a big toothy smile and a wave. “There's some snow on the fifth level. Thought ya might like to know. Y'all have a nice day, now!” he called out.
No wonder Dad liked working with you.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken

“The demon stopped its frantic attempts to escape. It stared at the glitter and began to pant, fingers twitching in anticipation. More twitching. Faster than she'd expected, it zoomed up to the sparkles, despite the danger. She snagged the fiend right before it picked up the last one, and dropped the Magpie into the cup. Instead of a flood of swear words or the offer of a favor, she heard a long, tortured sigh. Then it sat, sorting the glitter into piles by color.
Now she'd seen everything.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken

“You could have let that thing flatten me, but you didn't. Why?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
She was too tired to edit her mouth. “You're my master. I couldn't let that thing kill another trapper, even if I think he's a total asshat.”
Harper looked at her for a long time then cracked a toothy grin. “And you're one mouthy bitch, but you're my apprentice. I don't need the reputation that my people die because I don't protect them.”
That was fair.”
― Jana Oliver, Forbidden

“Beck must have seen how frightened she was because his expression softened. He leaned close, and whispered, “Do ya trust me, Riley?”
Tears built in her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, trembling in fear. Always.
“Then it'll be all right,” he replied. Beck gently placed a kiss on her forehead.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“Were ya really tryin' to stab that demon in the ass?”
Riley groaned. “No, I was aiming for its leg, and it moved. I looked like a total dork.”
Not to me.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“Peter pushed off from the roof and stalked a few feet away, his back to her. “Please tell me this is all some kind of a sick joke.”
“It’s the truth. All of it. That’s why hunters are after me.”
“How did they find out?” Peter asked, swiveling toward her now.
“I think Beck ratted me out. I went to his house this morning and told him what had happened. He was furious, Peter. I’ve never seen anyone that angry.”
“Duh! Now there’s a surprise,” her friend replied sarcastically. “I saw the way he looked at you at your dad’s funeral. Of course he’d be mad. You’re about the only one on the planet who doesn’t realize how he feels about you.”
“He never said anything,” she retorted.
“Hey, we guys don’t blurt out that kind of stuff,” he replied. “It’s against the man code. Beck may never have said how he felt, but everything he did for you should have been a big clue. I mean, come on, how slow are you?”
She glowered at her friend. “I figured he was doing it because of my father.”
“Maybe, but the guy is really into you, Riley.”
“No way. If he’d liked me, he wouldn’t have blown me off and—”
“Ancient history, girl!” he countered. “You were, what, fifteen? Your dad would have torn him apart if he’d touched you. Beck had no other choice.”
“He didn’t have to be so mean.”
“God, will you listen to yourself?” Peter retorted.
“You have no idea how much he hurt me,” she shot back.
“Give it up, will you? You’re my best friend, but you can be a real self-centered asshat sometimes.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“Don't start,” he warned.
“What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“Riley found her friend studying the contents of one of the store's display windows. It was full of sparkle. “How do you catch this thing?” he asked.
She dug in her bag, pulled out a sippy cup, and handed it to him.
“You're joking, right?” he said. “You trap demons with cups that have dancing bears on them?”
She glowered at him. “See the glitter in the bottom? Klepto-Fiends can't resist it.”
He held up the sippy cup and compared it to the exquisitely cut diamonds in the store window.
“Wanna bet?”
And I brought him along why?”
― Jana Oliver, Forbidden

“Beck finished his call. Once he was paying attention again, she pointed downward with the pipe. Peering over the edge of the building, he blinked at the sight, then grinned.
“Good job. Remind me not to piss ya off. Ya might think of usin' that on me sometime.”
“So tempting,” she said. Except I'd aim for your knees. Your head's too hard.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“Do not get yourself arrested, you hear?” she urged. “I am not going to bail your butt out of jail, mister.”
“Now who's goin' all old geezer, huh?” He snorted. “I'm gonna get drunk and pass out on my bed at home. Haven't done that for so long I can't remember.”
“Probably a reason for that, Beck. You're killing brain cells, and you don't have that many to spare.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“Ozymandias controls not only the dead, but the living. He works the dark magics, and it is said he knows the paths between the worlds and walks them without fear. He wields the-"
"Stop! In English, okay?""
"In English?" she asked, throwing the empty wineglass into the picnic basket. Riley nodded.
"You're in serious shit.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken

“So what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?”
Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cake. “You owe me an apology.”
“Omigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.”
― Jana Oliver, Forgiven

“The guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well.

That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken