Lizzie’s long-lost grandmother reappears in her life, turns out to be a witch, and informs Lizzie she’s destined to be a demon slayer. A demon pops out of Lizzie’s toilet. Lizzie suddenly gains the ability to understand what her dog is saying. Her grandmother introduces her to her coven of elderly biker witches. Oh, and there’s a hunky griffin shapeshifter.
If this sounds a little chaotic, that’s because it is. Angie Fox bombards the reader with one wacky event after another in The Accidental Demon Slayer, and the plot feels like a random string of these odd events rather than a coherent whole. Characters are inconsistent; for example, the biker witches know Lizzie has just found out she’s a demon slayer, but then berate her for not already knowing all about demon slaying. Action scenes are confusing to follow. The witches use roadkill in their spells — which does make a sort of sense, as it’s an easy way to get those eye-of-newt type ingredients — but it’s mostly played for gross-out gags.
The dog is cute, but that wasn’t enough to keep me interested in The Accidental Demon Slayer. I’ve had trouble getting into other “zany” paranormals before, and I’m beginning to think this style of urban fantasy just doesn’t agree with me. I like humor in my urban fantasy — but as the garnish, not the entrée.