The Orion Circle, Book 2
Kimber Leigh Wheaton
Sea Dragon Press
October 27, 2015
It’s a child’s toy—what could go wrong?
While playing with a spirit board, two sorority sisters summon the vindictive spirits of three women brutally murdered by a psychopath. Join Logan, Kacie, and the rest of the Orion Circle as they delve into the disturbing events of the past to find the key to freeing the spirits.
But this isn’t any ordinary haunting. These ghosts were banished before, and now they have returned more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Anger breeds hatred and hatred leads to darkness—these phantoms are on the verge of losing their last spark of humanity and becoming completely lost to the shadows.
Can Logan and Kacie convince the tortured souls to embrace the light and move on, or will the spirits succumb to the hypnotic pull of evil, leading to an eternity of torment and suffering?
It’s been a while since the first book in this series, and yet, once I started reading, it didn’t feel like that. But if you haven’t read Tortured Souls yet, I recommend you do so, before you start Twisted Sisters.
OK. Public service announcement over, on to the book!
I will start by saying that this book is significantly shorter than its predecessor. And, whilst this is undoubtedly a great little romp through a paranormal incident, for me the depth, tension and threat was somewhat missing.
However, what we do have is an entertainingly spooky re-introduction to the Orion Circle. I hope for good things with the next one!
A Child’s Toy
Sunlight filtered through the sliding glass door, shining on the brown spirit board spread out on the antique oak table. A bright blue box emblazoned with the words Fun for all Ages sat beside it, along with an instruction sheet. One girl twirled the planchette with her fingers while watching her friend read the instructions aloud. A child’s game bought at a toy store. What harm could it do? These two girls were about to find out that sometimes evil existed in the most innocent of packages.
“Okay, so it says to rest your fingers on that piece,” Melissa said as she tossed the instruction sheet aside.
“If we put our fingers on it, then how do we know that we didn’t move the thing?” Kendra asked, placing the planchette in the middle of the board.
“I don’t know,” Melissa said, rolling her dark eyes. “Did you want to try it or not?”
“Sure, why not.” Kendra released a bored sigh that turned into a yawn. “Why are we up so damn early?”
“I wanted to get an early start.” Melissa’s shoulders scrunched up into a sheepish shrug. “Lots of time until dark, you know, in case…”
“It’s a toy, Melissa,” Kendra said with a snort of laughter.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“You’re totally kidding, right?” Kendra stared at her friend from the corner of her eye.
Melissa kept a straight face for a few more seconds, then burst into laughter. “Fooled you!”
“Okay, just put your fingertips on this thingy.” Melissa placed her fingers on the planchette before giving a pointed look to her friend.
“I feel kinda stupid,” Kendra said as she placed her fingers on the opposite side of the planchette. “So, ah, if there are any spirits who want to communicate, we’re here.”
“Wow, that was dull.” Melissa took a deep breath. “Spirits across the hazy veil. We call to you from beyond the pale.”
“What was that?” Kendra asked, raising her brow.
“Just a little drama.” Both girls stared at their hands which stayed unmoving. “I call to thee spirits for we are here. Any spirit nearby is welcome to appear.”
The planchette began to vibrate and wiggle.
“Are you doing that?” Kendra asked in a shaky voice.
“No,” Melissa whispered back. “Shh! It’s starting to move.”
“Is a spirit here with us?” Kendra called out to the empty room.
The planchette jumped a bit before sliding to the word, yes. But it didn’t stop there. Before either girl could think to ask another question, it shot across the board, flying from letter to letter. Both Kendra and Melissa snatched their hands away from the shuddering, plastic pointer.
Kill, kill, kill. Over and over again.
“Who are you?” Melissa shrieked the question as an invisible wind blew her long hair around her body.
“Amy?” The whipping air died with Kendra’s question. Both girls trembled as the planchette moved to yes.
“There are two of you?” Melissa’s face paled. Cabinet doors opened and slammed closed in rapid succession.
The planchette paused. Kendra took a breath to ask another question, but before the words reached her lips, the planchette spelled out a new word.
Goosebumps spread up Kendra’s arms after she spoke. She hugged her arms around her body, trying to chase away the bitter chill. Dishes flew from the cabinets, smashing to the floor one after the other. Kendra pushed her chair from the table and fled the room. Drinking glasses from the cupboards flew across the room, hitting the wall where Kendra’s head had been just moments before.
“You were murdered?” Melissa asked through a gasped breath. She clutched the edge of the table with white knuckles, too scared to move. Pieces of shattered pottery lifted from the floor on an invisible whirlwind, blowing around the terrified girl.
Yes, murder. Free, free, free.
Kimber Leigh Wheaton is a bestselling YA author with a soft spot for sweet romance. In addition to writing, she works as an editor for two publishers, as well as select indie authors. She is married to her soul mate, has a teenage son, and shares her home with three dogs and lots of dragons. Kimber Leigh is addicted to romance, video games, superheroes, villains, and chocolate—not necessarily in that order. (If she has to choose, she’ll take a chocolate covered superhero!) Winner of the 2014 Rising Star Award at the BTS Red Carpet Awards in NOLA & a Silver Medal for YA Mystery/Horror in the 2015 Moonbeam Children’s Book Awards.