Daughters Unto Devils
Author: Amy Lukavics
Publisher: Harlequin Teen
Release Date: September 29th, 215
Genre: Young Adult Horror
Rating: 5 ++++ Birds!
When sixteen-year-old Amanda Verner's family decides to move from their small mountain cabin to the vast prairie, she hopes it is her chance for a fresh start. She can leave behind the memory of the past winter; of her sickly Ma giving birth to a baby sister who cries endlessly; of the terrifying visions she saw as her sanity began to slip, the victim of cabin fever; and most of all, the memories of the boy she has been secretly meeting with as a distraction from her pain. The boy whose baby she now carries.
When the Verners arrive at their new home, a large cabin abandoned by its previous owners, they discover the inside covered in blood. And as the days pass, it is obvious to Amanda that something isn't right on the prairie. She's heard stories of lands being tainted by evil, of men losing their minds and killing their families, and there is something strange about the doctor and his son who live in the woods on the edge of the prairie. But with the guilt and shame of her sins weighing on her, Amanda can't be sure if the true evil lies in the land, or deep within her soul.
Sinfully good and devilishly terrifying – finally someone has written a real horror novel for young adults!
I really believe that the term "Horror" when used in reference to Young Adult novels, is thrown around much too loosely. A tiny bit of blood, the use of the world "devil", someone grabs a Ouija board, a ghost communicates and BAM! Instant horror novel.
The following is a recap of my experience while reading DAUGHTER UNTO DEVILS. I use the word "experience' instead of review, because you do not simply read this book, you will 100% experience it.
It's important to note that DAUGHTERS UNTO DEVILS was given to me with one rule: Do NOT read it at night.
Having been handed many a book with this ominous warning, only to find myself giggling at the use of the word "splooshed" when discussing blood sounds…I laughed it off and grabbed my Kindle, snuggled into bed, and began the book in the dark. Because I'm a rebel and nothing scares me. Or so I thought.
Form the first line, this book sucked me in and refused to me go. After 5 lines I was angry that my Kindle told me I only had 2.5 hours left until the end of the book. I knew from that point this would be something I would read again and again, a beat up copy carried with me for years, and a gift I give to all my horror loving friends.
We begin with what is, in my opinion, the greatest build to a tale so frightening and disturbing that you need to understand going in, no one is safe, nothing is sacred and things you never thought you would read will be delivered unto you, regardless if you're prepared for them or not. This is not for the faint of heart, yet it is laid out before you in such an innocent way that you will never see things coming.
Stephen King left me unable to sleep with my feet outside the covers from the day I first say Pet Semetary. (Hello Gage cutting the Achilles tendon of Jud anyone?) and now because of Amy Lukavics, I can no longer have my hands outside the covers!
After about 60% of the book behind me, I needed to go to the bathroom. The door across my room seemed much further away than it really was. Like a child who was told their first ghost story I was literally terrified to make the run in the dark, but if I turned on the light I would wake my sleeping husband. I sprinted across the room, desperate for the light. I seriously considered finishing the book in the bathroom, but I had not brought the Kindle with me. I needed to finish the book, but to get to it I had to go back through the dark.
Once safely back in my bed, I didn't even think twice about finishing the book. No way I was sleeping that night, why not read while I'm up? The pieces slowly but every so perfectly and deliberately fell into place and the story shifted from one beast to another. My husband, blissfully unaware of the fact I was a ball of terror next to him, loudly coughed and rolled onto his side. I screamed like Jamie Lee Curtis in HALLOWEEN and tossed my Kindle sending the cat leaping off the bed running for her life.
By the time I finished the book I felt like I'd run a marathon. My heart was pounding out my chest because the scare factor doesn't end, not until the book does. I shut off the Kindle, and when the darkness covered me, I burrowed under my comforter, slid as close to my husband as I could with out knocking him off the bed and though I knew I was in for a sleepless night, I quietly thanked Amy Lucaviks for every horrifying moment.
About The Author
Ever since she was little, Amy was especially intrigued by horror books and movies. Raised in a small mountain town in Arizona, she sustained herself on a steady diet of Goosebumps, Fear Street, and Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark books before discovering Stephen King in her mother's bookshelf.
Amy lives with her husband, their two precious squidlings, and an old gentleman cat by the name of Frodo. When she isn't writing, she enjoys cooking, crafting, and playing games across many platforms.