Carlyle Labuschagne is a South African award-winning author working her way into the hearts of international readers with her first two books in the Broken Trilogy. Her first young adult dystopian novel, The Broken Destiny, reached top 3 in its YA debut category. The Sequel Evanescent won the YATR literary award for best Sci-Fi Book 2013.
She is not only an author, but works as a 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 second annual book drive – Help Build A Library in South Africa Project, and hopes to launch her very own indie book festival in Johannesburg in March 2015. This year, Carlyle launched her very fist student mentorship programme in the form of a contest, where the winner will walk away with a publishing package.
“My goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another.”
Gained 3rd place on its debut year under the Goodreads category of Best YA debut for 2012
Won YATR best Science fiction novel 2013
Nominated for IRC best Novel 2014
Nominated for IRC best cover 2014
Excerpts from The Broken Destiny
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.
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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.
Teaser from Evanescent
“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.
Coming Oct/Nov 2014
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