By Jenna Greene
YA Adventure/Fantasy
$6.99
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The realm of Oren is about to
change. Can two girls from Earth stop the rise of evil before it’s too late?
EXCERPT
Becky’s window slammed shut, and she jumped.
Weird. She hadn’t realized it had
been left open.
A thick gust of wind passed over her bed. She glanced back
at the window with a shiver. The window was sealed tight.
So how was there wind in her bedroom?
A stack of papers near the door rustled and flittered about
the floor.
Alarmed, Becky sat up. Her pillow and blankets slid off the
bed. A framed picture dropped from the wall and hit the floor with a thud.
The temperature in the room grew unpleasantly cool. Her eyes
widened as her bookshelf wavered precariously. There was a subtle humming
noise, which seemed to come from the floor itself. The wind reappeared with
another strong gust. Along with a stuffed bear, she was pushed flat against her
mattress.
What was going on?
When she leapt from her bed, there was resistance to her
movements. Taking a step was as easy as running under water. A book hit her in
the side of the head, and she stumbled over a roller skate that slid in front
of her.
At the doorway, she was stuck. The door wouldn’t budge. To
the window she went next, acting on a whim, but it was sealed tight too. She
was trapped in her room, facing a turbulent hurricane rising around her. Her
heart started to beat quicker, and her breathing became ragged.
A macaroni necklace sprang from her dresser. A toy duck was
sucked from under her bed. Her school lunch bag sailed past her legs, and a set
of barrettes skittered across the floor.
“Mom? Dad!”
Back at the door, Becky pounded against the wood, rattling
the frame but not budging it. Her iPod and her fifth grade math textbook struck
her back, adding to the bruises she was sure to have. Her hair was a tempest,
blocking her vision. But it didn’t keep her from seeing the way her room
suddenly lit up. The light felt more powerful than a thousand spotlights.
Becky didn’t know whether to be relieved or more afraid when
the wind dissipated. Warily, she opened her eyes. Her hair returned to her
shoulders. Objects settled on the ground. The light pulsated then…
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