Title: Evanescent
Author: Carlyle Labuschagne
Genre: Dystopian. Science- Fiction. YA
Release Date: November 2013
Publishers: Sensational Publications
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Blurb:
Carlyle Labuschagne is a South African debut author working her way into the hearts of international readers with her first young adult dystopian novel "The Broken Destiny". She is not only an author, but works as a sales rep and marketing manager by day. She holds a diploma in creative writing through the writing school at College SA.
Carlyle, loves to swim, fights for the trees, and is a food lover who is driven by her passion for life. Carlyle also writes for IU e-magazine India, an inspirational non-profit magazine that aims at inspiring the world through words. The drive behind her author career is healing through words. Carlyle is also the founder of the first annual book drive – Help Build A Library inAfrica Project.
“My goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another.”
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Only his touch can save her from the shift that could destroy it all http://www.carlylelabuschagne.com/evanescent.html ~ Evanescent A Broken Novel
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Only his touch can save her from the shift that could destroy it all http://www.carlylelabuschagne.com/evanescent.html ~ Evanescent A Broken Novel
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Author Bio:
Her fall has just begun. Only his touch can save her from the shift that could destroy it all.
Within my blood runs a thing our kind calls the Shadowing Disease. It shadows over, and bends everything to its will. When the first blood- shift came, it tore through flesh and blood, threatening to bend me, break bone, shatter my mind and entrap my heart with its honeyed, seductive poison. It came with vicious intent, moving my thoughts and altering me forever. The shift has caused a rift within me. No one was safe when it entrapped me in its claws of foul lust. But I have the only antidote against the evil that becomes me – his touch alone has the power to release the spurs of sweet darkness that clung on for dear life. I knew what I had to do; the desperation pulled my mind with the deep determination of a hungry predator. But by the time the revelation raised me from the dark dungeon of my bounds – it might have been too late.
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Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Carlyle-Labuschagne/189835811074342
The Broken Destiny Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FPWniWsvrk
Blog http://worldsawaybookblog.blogspot.com/
Fansite: http://www.thebrokenseriesfansite.com/
Twitter : http://twitter.com/#!/CarlyleL
Website : http://www.carlylelabuschagne.com/
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12537426-the-broken-destiny-1-in-the-broken-series
Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Carlyle-Labuschagne/189835811074342
The Broken Destiny Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FPWniWsvrk
Blog http://worldsawaybookblog.blogspot.com/
Fansite: http://www.thebrokenseriesfansite.com/
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Prologue
All of me
My makers would say I was created for revenge.
I say, I was born to prove them wrong. Inflicted with the dark disease I was
lost in every possible way, and they were wrong – death does not bring you your
true purpose. After death, I am more misplaced than ever, but only because I am
immune to guidance. I relive my darkest moments over and over again, just to
remind myself of who I am. I am the destined one. The haltered. For me, there
is no love, and no release; only destruction, but I am on a path to be free of
its burden. I do love and I will have
it, absorb it and never, ever, let all its enchanting affections go. In order
to be with love, there is only one path to lead me there; through this war. But
nothing and no one, knows what awaits on the other side, or what lies have been
afflicted upon us about the after. Remorse is an infection I no longer want. I
had made apocalyptic mistakes, and will probably keep on faltering forward. It
has become my only direction in a reality where there is none. To him, there is
no him, if there is no me. He is bound to me, and I hated it more than I will
ever confess. His cross to bear is me, and to be that – to be this –might never let me go. Acceptance?
I will never accept it. With him, I have found hope where the word does not
exist. I want him to love me for who I am, not for what he is to me. When I say
my worst enemy is me – it really is. It’s in me, and it’s getting stronger,
because I am without my seal. I am like a boiled-over pot of living poison, seeking
somewhere to belong. Thing is, I do not belong anywhere but the in- between.
And without my seal, and without him, that is exactly where I will stay.
Everything that is, that exists, will try to keep us apart, because of what I
am. If we ignite, we could either burn it all down, or alter existence forever.
Yes, I shifted, probably something I could have prevented, but now that I have
tasted it – it moves on its own accord, and it gets harder to come out of each
time it happens. The blood-shift has caused a rift within me. It has torn
everything I hold dear from me. And perhaps I am now damned for it, but as I
said, I will not accept damnation. That word no longer exists to me. I am the
in-between. The one to bring the dark and the light together. When the first
true blood- shift came, it tore through flesh and parted blood, threatening to
bend me, break bone, shatter my mind and entrap my heart to become its will. It comes with vicious intent, moving my thoughts, touching
me with a cutting effect from the inside. It
has many ways of bleeding out, and when it releases, there is nothing I can do
to stop it. No one is safe when it entraps me in its claws of foul lust. Corrupt, damnable, depraved, destructive, hideous,
demonic – your kind would call it many things. I have a weapon against the
profane that becomes me – his touch alone has the power to release the talons
of a sweet darkness that clings on for dear life. It has one trigger – me. I
can change it if only I can take the leap, surrender myself utterly. I am ready
with all of me, for all of him. I know what I have to do; the desperation of it
pulls my mind with the unfathomable determination of a ravenous predator. I let
it sink in hard and true. I feel the swell of the fight fill me with a bitter sweetness,
and with a glorious soothing pain that tears my mind from the disease which
transforms me. In a moments revelations my mind shows me a glimpse of what has
transpired. It works on pure logic, showing me that I am too late? How can I
stop him from igniting with the wrong one? My loss has become my fight as I
watch it all wither away. But, I will never stop fighting. I am my own destiny.
And my destiny is to be with him. My eyes fling open. My heart pounds, searing
to life. The geometric shapes I had seen before, become one big silhouette. I
find myself seeing where there is no light. I can hear him, feel his heart’s
rhythm – so close. I will take back what is mine. Everything else becomes
Evanescent.
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A
body is fragile; it breaks, it tears, and it bleeds; it is also tangible and
real, beautiful and rare.
A
soul is an ever-fighting, ever-growing entity. It has a mind of its own.
But,
a mind is a curse; it can corrupt, be corrupted, think too much, or not enough.
When
body meets soul, it’s perfect. It knows the truth, but it cannot live without a
mind.
The
mind activates the power from the soul to the body.
The
balance is never perfect. This is the curse of being broken.
“I was on a lit path, a raging firestorm for him – all
of him. My body ached for it. I had found the antidote to my disease, and in
those forced images of false memories, I found my salvation, a cure from
myself…”
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