Excerpt and Giveaway The Broken Destiny by Carlyle Labuschagne

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Title: The Broken Destiny
Author: Carlyle Labuschagne
Series: The Broken Series (#1)
Genre: SiFi/Dystopian/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: SBPRA
Release Date:  August 13th 2012


Her Destiny is to rise above the fall that threatens her soul. Her soul is the key to unlocking a secret weapon that has been hidden since the time of the ancients. Ava and her kind have been exiled to planet Poseidon after earth’s destruction. Ava carries a secret journal hidden from The Council and The Keepers witch have lead her to believe everything they were told about their origins is a lie. Weeks after her one of her friends go missing, she is saved from and attempted kidnapping by a Minoan boy, the truth of her kind and her prophesied destiny is brought to light. Her destiny is to rise above the fall, to reveal the truth, to save her kind, and expose the lies. Her Destiny starts off with betrayal. Through a series of horrific events she will become what she hates to save the ones she loves.

Carlyle Labuschagne Born in raised in the City of Johannesburg South Africa. Writing since the age of twelve. Diploma in creative writing at The Writing School at College SA. Her Debut Novel The Broken Destiny released August 13 2012. Works as a marketing and PR consultant by day, and writes by any other moment. Mother to two young boys. Married her high school bad boy. Lover of food, music and the outdoors. Working on Evanescent – book two in The Broken Series.

This Prologue is from Goodreads

All my life, I had searched for something, something I thought I ought to be. I felt like I was living someone else’s life, waiting for the awakening of my own. I felt like an empty shell burning for life. That was, until the day I lay dying in the prince’s chambers. I could no longer feel the pain from the tear in my gut. The only sensation left was a hollowed-out feeling that I had made a huge mistake in assuming that taking my own life, would have stopped the ancestors’ spirit from raging out. I had given up. I didn’t want to see myself killing the ones I loved. I was the Chosen one, but I threw it all away for what I thought would save a life. Could you end a life to save a life? I did, and I have regretted it ever since. I realized then that things like me are not meant to exist. What had been missing my whole life? It was I. To find myself, I had to lose myself in the worst possible way. The consequences of my actions became the legend of The Broken.

Chapter 7Wanting
“I tried to swallow my anxiety, to push it deep down inside me, suffocating it with a numbness that wouldn’t come. Waves smacked against boulders beneath me; the storm was nearing. I was both scared and in awe. All hope I ever had for an exciting future died as Troy held that girl in his arms. Tears burned down my cheeks. I dared the storm to come for me. Storms were one of my favorite things. More fireworks lighted up the sky, their golden sprinkle fading into the dark amethyst of the night sky. I stood still and looked down thinking that if I jumped, I would never have to feel the cut of rejection, the noose of my destiny bounding me to a fate I never wanted. I begged for all of it to go away. Still, the numbness stayed at bay. The wounds of who I was becoming evident in recent events. I didn’t want to think about the Zulus, my bloodline, or my so-called destiny any longer, but that didn’t hurt half as much as the fact that I had had such high hopes for myself and Troy. Even though nothing had happened between us yet, I had felt that something magical was about to happen. It was all in my head then?I pleaded with the storm to consume me. A tear made its way down my cheek, then another and another. My chest tightened as I struggled to stop myself from bawling my eyes out. Overwhelmed by the despair of what I had become, I felt two giant, iron hands clamp themselves around my torso, squeezing the life out of me. My breath left me suddenly and quickly. Feeling extremely lightheaded, panic sank in fast and hard. I had to get to solid ground, but I wasn’t going to walk through the dark path behind me. That would have been stupid, even more stupid than climbing up there in the first place. My chest tightened even more. I fought the attack that was developing inside me. A panic attack. Must be. I’ve had them before. I gasped for another breath. My back arched as a heavy weight crushed into my ribs, squeezing the little air that remained in my lungs. As I desperately sucked in air, a sharp pain shot through my chest with such intensity, I had almost fallen from the edge. I tried to steady myself on the rocks, to focus on placing my feet carefully on the edges as I rushed down the steep stairs. Focusing on my steady feet would take my mind away from the pain erupting through my chest. But my knees buckled. When I tried to turn so I could sit down, I felt myself fall instead. My hands reached wildly for something to grab onto, but I kept falling straight into the darkness. As the wisps of breath left me, I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. Think of me, was my final thought before my face smashed against something harder and colder than a wall of ice. Helplessly, my body snapped back and crashed into the misery of the waters below. The darkness took me. I welcomed it. I had now successfully leaped over the edge of sanity.”

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carlyle Labuschagne said...

Thank you Anna for the wonderful post - you did an amazing job.

Anna Dase said...

You are welcome :)

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