Evanescent A Broken Novel Book two Cover Reveal

Title: Evanescent  A Broken Novel Book two
Author: Carlyle Labuschagne
Genre: Dystopian. Science- Fiction. YA
Release Date: November 2013
Publishers: Sensational Publications
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

BLURB

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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AUTHOR BIO

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."

Links:
Twitter : http://twitter.com/#!/CarlyleL
Website : http://www.carlylelabuschagne.com/
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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/

Buy Links for The Broken Destiny:
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Teasers:

Powder

“Fine, I’ll help you, because I can see you’ll never give up on her, and I will never be my own if we don’t.”

“You better believe it,” Robert smirked.

The seven of us stood in thick, dusty, golden sand, huge pieces of rock and debris extruding like tombstones from ash. Battered, bruised and bloody, we watched as the ship disappeared over the huge dunes, our world turning to powder, everything ready to fly away in an escaping breath.

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~ Glancing at Maya, it was time to grieve the loss of a mother to us all. Maya’s head hung toward her lap, dark, chocolate hair falling past her face, covering her expression. My sorrow turned to anger. I wanted to go to her, but not yet. What did you say to someone who had just lost a loved one? A mother. I had not earned the right to empathize with such loss. I did not have the words, nor the true emotions, as I had never had such a thing as a mother, I had never experienced anything the way she had. It was clear to me what I was in that moment - a product of the Council. I let the agony of that moment well up inside of me so I can know how not to let it beat me up anymore, and I would fight back.

*****

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…”

*****

“I know you are there. I can feel you,” I groaned through the darkness.

Silence filled the gloomy room, expanded through the cracks, pushed through thick, gray stone walls, and penetrated the blackness outside.

“You are wasting your time.” But the words escaped in a whisper, my throat so dry it seared.

I felt bruised, inside and out. I tried to lift my body, which seemed to be glued by gravity itself to a cold, hard surface. My wrist stung as I pulled against what felt like barb-wired restraints laced with a poison that left me dizzy. I lay my head back down, trying to catch my breath, sweat clinging to my entire body. A stifling heat choking my vision, my thoughts. The throbbing in my head exploded and rippled through my entire frame. I clenched my teeth, but the pain was too insane to contain. I screamed, and the aching that echoed through my bones, left me icy and shivering. My back lifted and slammed back onto the surface of a metal bed as my breath hit me again. I swore.

“It gets easier with time.” His words filtered through the nothingness inside of me as my heart slowly came back to life.

I swallowed against coals trapped in my throat.

It happened again. The shift was taking me, it ripped and raked over my body. I choked on its blackness.

“Oh, the sin of guilt is an unpleasant thing,” his voice said from right beside me.

I turned my head toward where it was coming from, a tear escaped me. My emotions confined in my esophagus.

“He is going to kill you,” is all I got out, before my eyes closed and I fell into its beckoning midnight.

*****

“Troy?” I called out.

“He’s gone.” A cold voice bounced back.

“What did you do?” I swallowed glass, knowing the man was behind it.

“Oh no, it’s what you did,” he replied, his smug tone sickening.

I tried to lift myself from the hard floor.

“I said, where is Troy?”

“I told you, but for some reason you don’t believe me. He knows what you are, and he is hesitating, wondering if it’s all worth it,” his words like stone grated the inside of my brain to mush.

Liar!” I yelled, pulling against chains.

“You give me way too much credit… Ava.” A slight pause before he said my name, and the way he said it, there was no doubt in my mind who had been responsible for the state I had found myself in.

*****

But before I could get hold of my thoughts, another loud explosion tore through the air, crackling like a beast, our screams becoming lost in the echoes of terror. Loud crashes coming from every direction, enclosing us within its catastrophic claws. Flames so high and wide, we were about to be devoured within the jaws of the fiery creature. I didn’t give myself the time to hesitate for a second longer. I grabbed my two best friends and hurled them down the stairs. The door came crashing in as we hit the bottom floor; Robert and David came tumbling through it, smoke sweltering up behind them. There were no alarms to warn us, which struck me as very odd at first. I waved my hand before my face trying to see through smoke and dust. The fire came from next door and radiated though the walls. I saw the grave expressions on the boys’ faces as they came toward us. I heard girls in the other dorm shriek, cough, cry, and their loud footsteps as they came hurtling down the stairs like mad banshees, pushing against us. I turned to push back, my voice lost in shock and fear.

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