“One fateful summer night …when one rule is broken … five teenagers will discover an unexpected adventure full of magic, romance, and true friendship.”
Seventeen-year-old Whitnee has spent six years rebuilding her identity after her father’s mysterious disappearance left her with more questions than answers. With her two best friends, she returns as an employee to the summer camp of her childhood. Nestled in the Texan hill country, Camp Fusion is everything Whitnee remembers … except for the haunting visions that only she can see. One fateful night, Whitnee and her friends embark on a magical journey where unexpected adventure and heart-stopping romance collide - a journey that might unlock the dark, complicated mysteries of Whitnee’s family history. But will she find the answers she is looking for before it is too late?
Phantom Island: Wind is an Award-Winning Finalist in the National "Best Books of 2009" Awards - in the categories of "Best Young Adult Fiction" and "Best Cross-Genre Fiction."
Krissi Dallas is a gray-eyed Aerodorian who lives in Texas with her husband, Sam and their two wicked Yorkies, Elphaba and Luna. Krissi loves adventure, especially when teaching her seventh and eighth grade Pre-AP English and Language Arts students. Just to ensure that life doesn’t get boring, she is the co-sponsor of her school’s Student Council and National Junior Honor Society. Away from school, Krissi enjoys spending time with Sam and the teenagers at Fusion Student Ministries.
Phantom Island: Wind is Krissi's debut novel and the first book of an epic series. For more Phantom Island fun, check out: www.krissidallas.com
There was an unfamiliar sound … like the crashing of angry ocean waves on a shore. My eyes flew open and were immediately struck blind in the harsh sunlight. A myriad of thoughts ran through my head at once as I rolled over on my back, slowly brushing the gritty material off my face. What happened? Isn’t it supposed to be night? How long was I out?
Once my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I gazed at my surroundings in utter confusion. Pure white sand was clinging to my damp skin. Before me stretched an ocean so blue it seemed digital, like a moviemaker’s CG effects. And definitely not like any beach I’d ever seen at home – this was so not Texas.