Twisted (Deathwind Trilogy #1) by Holly Hook
Age Group: Young Adult
Release Date: December 15, 2013
Amazon ♥ B & N
Sixteen-year-old Allie isn’t like other girls. Instead of spending her summer break sitting around on the beach, she takes the epic vacation of a lifetime.
And she’s not disappointed. Just a few miles from the town of Evansburg, Nebraska, Allie meets her dream of seeing a tornado. In person. She can’t wait to tell her friends back home. Never mind that her parents are going to kill her.
But her dream soon turns into a nightmare, and a strange event leaves her shocked. Confused. When she returns home to Wisconsin, something’s…different. Allie now bears a curse so awful, it could destroy everyone and everything she’s ever known.
With her best friend, Tommy, Allie must return to the plains to find a way to reverse it. She enters a world that she had never imagined, where she becomes a pawn in a fight to save the people of Evansburg from her fate…or to destroy them.
The woman looks down at me, keeping her elbows locked and holding down my arms. She's strong, way stronger than she should be, and her face is smooth and sharp in a way that's borderline creepy. It almost looks like a mask. "You're about to join the family that you've always wanted." The words stun me into silence. They make no sense. These people are nuts. Insane. I have the family I want.
And if I don’t get out of here, my parents will remember me as a liar. I’ll leave them with nothing but pain and betrayal. And Uncle Cassius-- "I need to find my uncle. Now!" I glare up at the woman, making my neck cry out in pain. She stares down at me with eyes that match her hair color. Her face is unreadable, blank. Something's very familiar about her. "I need to call my mom and dad. Why are you holding me here?”
The woman blinks. "Because you're drawn to the fury of nature.”
"So what?" I thrash against their grips. "Why do you even care? Let me out of this disgusting barn.”
A million awful possibilities race through my mind, all of them the stuff of nightmares. I stare at the circle of light above me, praying for the barn to come down on my captors' heads, praying for anything to happen.
"Be quiet," the woman orders. She closes her eyes. Mutters something. Bows her head down in reverence.
Wind snaps through the barn. The hole in the roof darkens from robin's egg to gray-blue, then to black. It grows in size, taking up more and more of the roof. The shingles vaporize before my eyes, flying away and breaking into millions of pieces until nothing's left above me but a ceiling of thunderstorm. Clouds roll and push against each other, aimless, so close that if my arms were free, I might be able to stand on the table and brush them. The air roars and trembles. "What--" I start.
A paralysis steals over my body, freezing me, turning me to stone. The clouds above begin to twist. They're in the barn with us, blocking out the world above. My heart races, and for a moment I'm back in that van, floating, flying.
The dam holding back my terror breaks and I let it all out.
"Uncle Cassius!" I look side to side in the vain hope that he'll be there, running in to get me out of this, but only darkness closes in. The old man grits his teeth, holding down my legs. The woman does likewise, eyes closed so tight her face wrinkles.
"Somebody!" My screams echo off the walls.
The clouds above spin faster, tightening, forming a cone that points at my heart. A roar fills the barn, threatening to tear it apart. It’s the same roar I heard on the other side of my blackout.
It's a miniature tornado, but it's somehow more terrifying than the one that chased the van. It descends, hungry, spinning faster and faster. The strength of the sky drains straight towards me.
The funnel of rage lingers inches above my heart as if making a decision.
The cone slams into my chest.
My body lurches. The storm drives its way in, building the pressure inside me and sucking the breath from my lungs. My captors release my arms, but it's too late. The clouds grow lower, the tornado shorter, as it all forces its way into me, down my arms to my fingertips, my legs to my toes. The storm rages inside, pushing against the borders of my body. I close my eyes, willing it to stop, wanting to scream but unable-- Silence.
My body trembles. I lift my arm and it flops to my chest. They’ve let go of me. I can move now. Run for it. I open my eyes, catching a glimpse of the hole in the roof once again, and try to stand.
Instead, I fall. Concrete meets me. All the strength's gone from my body. I gag. Heave. My stomach rolls. The world fades, turning gray and darkening to black.
"What did you do to me?" I manage, slipping away.
A hand grabs the back of my shirt. "Very soon," the woman says. "You'll know."
Holly Hook is the author of the Destroyers Series, which consists of five young adult books about teens who are walking disasters...literally.
She is also the author of the Rita Morse series, a young adult fantasy series still in progress, and After These Messages, a short ya comedy. Currently she is writing Twisted, a spin-off of the Destroyers Series due out in December.
When not writing, she enjoys reading books for teens, especially ya fantasy and paranormal series with a unique twist.