If Bobby Dollar’s slog through San Judas—arguing over souls one minute and dodging demons the next—hooked you, you’ll click with Felix Castor. Like Bobby, Castor is a wisecracking professional who treats the supernatural like a job, not a destiny. The way Bobby works the system between Heaven’s advocates and Hell’s agents mirrors Castor’s contracts, exorcisms, and uneasy deals with things that should be exorcised but aren’t. The vibe—grim alleys, morally messy choices, and humor that cuts through the darkness—feels like slipping from Bobby’s barstool into another afterlife-adjacent beat.

You liked how Bobby Dollar had to actually sleuth—chasing the mystery of the missing souls, following leads from morgues to Heaven’s paperwork—rather than just smite and move on. In Rivers of London, PC Peter Grant does the same grind: canvassing witnesses, crunching forensics, and navigating a cranky magical bureaucracy while tracking a murderous spirit. The political turf wars among London’s river gods echo Bobby’s wrangles with Thrones and demonic fixers, giving you that same blend of casework, lore, and dry, self-deprecating banter.

If you loved Bobby Dollar’s flexible ethics—wooing Caz the demon while questioning Heaven’s marching orders—meet James Stark. Fresh from Hell, Stark stalks Los Angeles with the same razor-edged charm Bobby uses to parry Thrones and demons. Like Bobby blowing off celestial PR to protect the mortals in his path, Stark takes dirty jobs and uglier compromises, then laughs in the dark anyway. The collisions with angels, hellion enforcers, and back-alley sorcery scratch the exact itch of seeing a not-quite-holy hero play both sides and try to stay human.

Bobby Dollar’s case of the vanished souls leads him to question Heaven’s ethics and the true balance between Above and Below. American Gods pushes that same button: Shadow is drawn into Mr. Wednesday’s con, learning how belief fuels divinity—and how divine agendas treat humans like chips on the table. If the courtroom-for-souls scenes and Bobby’s doubts about celestial authority grabbed you, Gaiman’s road-trip revelations and double-crosses will give you more of that sly, unsettling look at the sacred, the profane, and the people ground up in between.

Bobby Dollar’s sardonic asides—quipping through angel-vs-demon brawls and sleazy negotiations with celestial coworkers—are half the fun. John Taylor brings that same black-comic voice while stalking the Nightside, a hidden London where angels drop in, devils make offers, and the rules bend if your smile is sharp enough. If you enjoyed Bobby flirting with danger (and with Caz) while wisecracking at Heaven’s expense, Taylor’s deadpan one-liners and high-odds cases will make you grin right through the darkness.