DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL For the last few years I'd been in a state of bliss—living under a self-imposed Forgetting Charm, because I so did not want to go into the family business. What I wanted was a glamorous career in New York City and the opportunity for a normal life—buying designer shoes on sale, dating guys from craigslist, Web surfing for organic dim sum for my boss. And then my father's Executive Assistant, a faun named Jarvis, showed up to tell me that my dad has been kidnapped. Good-bye Forgetting Charm. Hell, (unwanted) responsibility. Not only am I expected to step into the CEO slot on the company Board, but I have to "prove my worth" by competing against the Devil's protégé—who so hot in more ways than one. The contest involves finding three (why is it always three?) objects of power. In Hell. One of them is this adorable puppy—who happens to be a hellhound. The others are turning out to be not much fun. All this so I can take (unwanted) charge of Death, Inc. My name is Calliope Reaper-Jones, and I'm...Death's Daughter.