When a young woman clears out her deceased grandmother’s home in rural North Carolina, she finds long-hidden secrets about a strange colony of beings in the woods.
When Mouse’s dad asks her to clean out her dead grandmother’s house, she says yes. After all, how bad could it be?
Answer: pretty bad. Grandma was a hoarder, and her house is stuffed with useless rubbish. That would be horrific enough, but there’s more—Mouse stumbles across her step-grandfather’s journal, which at first seems to be filled with nonsensical rants…until Mouse encounters some of the terrifying things he described for herself.
Alone in the woods with her dog, Mouse finds herself face to face with a series of impossible terrors—because sometimes the things that go bump in the night are real, and they’re looking for you. And if she doesn’t face them head on, she might not survive to tell the tale.
I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with that feeling when you crack a book open and get sucked in straight away. The pages keep turning and you can’t wait to see where the story will take you next.
This was the case with ‘The Twisted Ones’.
As readers, we are always searching (and hoping) for that next favourite read, that ONE book that will blow our minds.
It’s way too easy to get caught expecting every author to write at the Stephen King or McCammon level.
This, of course, isn’t realistic.
Something I have learned these past few years is to appreciate a good book when I read one.
Oftentimes, all I need is a deliciously-dark-well-written-folk horror.
There’s no need for it to become a favourite. Or to keep my head spinning with mind-bending plot twists and complex characters.
‘The Twisted Ones’ was such a tasty treat. I can’t help but crave more dark treats from T. Kingfisher in the future.
Huge thanks to the good folks at Titan Books for sending me a copy of the upcoming UK edition.
Stay tuned on my Instagram for a Q&A with the author.