Need a new series to read? Something to dig your nails into and absorb?
The Trylle Trilogy (By: Amanda Hocking)
She must dare to be different to unlock the key to her past.
When Wendy Everly was six, her mother was convinced she was a monster and tried to kill her. Eleven years later, she discovers her mother was almost right. She’s not the person she’s always believed herself to be, and her whole life begins to unravel – all because of Finn Holmes. Finn is a darkly handsome newcomer and every encounter with him leaves Wendy deeply shaken… Though it has more to do with her fierce attraction to him than she will ever admit.
He’s also here to tell her the shocking truth: Wendy is a fae child who is switched with a human child and raised in the human world – and he’s come to take her home. Now Wendy is about to journey to a magical world she never knew existed, one that is both beautiful and frightening. And she must leave her old life behind to discover who she is meant to become…
Ready to learn more? You can find all three novels in the Young Adult area at both the Aurora and Dillsboro libraries.
On the island in the kitchen, a massive chocolate cake covered in pink flowers sat in the middle. My mother stood on the other side, holding a gigantic knife she was using to cut the cake to serve on tiny saucers. Her hair was coming loose from its bobby pins.
“Chocolate?” I wrinkled my nose as she tried to set perfect pieces onto the saucers.
“Yes, Wendy, you like chocolate,” my mother informed me.
“No, I don’t!” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I hate chocolate! I’m not going to eat it, and you can’t make me!”
The knife happened to point in my direction, some frosting stuck to the tip, but I wasn’t afraid. If I had been, everything might’ve turned out different. Instead, I wanted to have another one of my tantrums.
“No, no, no! It’s my birthday, and I don’t want chocolate!” I shouted and stomped my foot on the floor as hard as I could.
“You don’t want chocolate?” My mother looked at me, her blue eyes wide and incredulous.
A whole new type of crazy glinted in them, and that’s when my fear started to kick in.
“What kind of child are you, Wendy?” She slowly walked around the island, coming toward me. The knife in her hand looked far more menacing than it had a few seconds ago.
“You’re certainly not my child. What are you, Wendy?”
Staring at her, I took several steps back. My mother looked maniacal. Her robe had fallen open, revealing her thin collarbones and the black slip she wore underneath. She took a step forward, this time with the knife pointed right at me. I should’ve screamed or run away, but I felt frozen in place.
“I was pregnant, Wendy! But you’re not the child I gave birth to! Where is my child?” Tears formed in her eyes, and I just shook my head. “You probably killed him, didn’t you?”
She lunged at me, screaming at me to tell her what I had done with her real baby. I darted out of the way just in time, but she backed me into a corner. I pressed up against the kitchen cupboards with nowhere to go, but she wasn’t about to give up.