About the Book
Title: Wrong Side of the Rift
Author: Libby Heil
Genre: YA Fantasy
Grape can’t unlearn
what living in Sortilege Falls has taught her. Magic is real. Vampires live
among us. And there’s a portal in her back yard that leads to another world.
A few weeks ago, Grape
lived a quiet life with her family in Watts Landing. Now, she’s stuck in
Sortilege Falls, searching for a way to rescue her brother from the other side
of the rift. She’s connected to Brad through dreams and what she sees terrifies
her. Brad is being tortured into performing magic and, even worse, he’s being
forced to torture others.
Grape hounds the magic
folk in town, seeking a way through the rift. Her mother’s memory’s been
stolen. Her new vampire friend refuses to help. Grape must do it all alone.
What she uncovers is a whole host of secrets about the town and her own family.
And she’s not the only one hunting for answers.
Time is running out
for Brad, but it might be running out for Grape as well.
Author Bio
I was born during a
blizzard. I’m told it was pretty cool but I have no memory of that time. I grew
up in two tiny towns in Virginia and spent most of my twenties moving around
the US. I’ve lived in Virginia, Florida, Missouri, and Washington. I’ve settled
down, for now, in Raleigh, North Carolina.
I’m a writer and
improviser. I studied acting in college but spent more time rewriting lines
than memorizing them. My first play, Fourth Wall, was produced my junior year.
Since then, I’ve written several full length plays, one acts and screenplays. I
started writing fiction in my late twenties. Now, I focus mainly on novels but
still dabble in theater.
Fun facts about me:
There are none. I’m sorry to disappoint you so soon. But, I do love to read,
write, and run. My hubby is my favorite person on earth. Dogs are my second
favorite. All dogs. I love orange juice, especially when it’s mixed with club
soda. Carbonation is better than alcohol. Jaws is my favorite movie. Everything
I’ve said so far is true.
Awards:
Puschcart Prize
Nomination for “Grow Your Own Dad” – Published by Mixer Publishing
Semi-finalist Eugene
O'Neill Playwrights Conference – “STUFF”
Honorable Mention The
Ohio State Newark New Play Contest – “The Last Day”
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Book Excerpts
The Models have just returned to school. Their otherworldly beauty is
gone and so is their power over their fellow students. Some adjust well, some
don’t. Grape does her best to protect her friends, but as you’ll see, it isn’t
always easy.
Graeson
hovered just outside the cafeteria doors. He smiled when he saw her approaching
and gave a quick wave.
"I'm
starving. Not literally, but you know what I mean," Grape said, thinking
of people who were actually starving. She'd forgotten to pack a lunch that
morning or any snacks. Her tummy rumbled as she searched her purse for a few
dollars.
"I
might be able to spare some of my sandwich. I haven't been super hungry
lately," Graeson offered.
"What'd
you bring?"
"PB
and J."
"That
sounds like heaven. I'll take whatever you don't finish, but no worries. I have
money in here somewhere. And Bam! Found it." Grape pulled a crumpled five
dollar bill out of her bag and held in front of Graeson, savoring the small
victory.
"Good.
I kind of want all my sandwich."
"Can
I have a bite?" she asked, now that her mouth was watering for creamy
peanut butter and sweet jelly.
Graeson
made to answer, but his words were drowned out by a scream from down the hall.
"What
the…" Grape said, peering at the backs of students as they huddled into a
mass. They swarmed the middle of the hall, circling around a small space.
"What's going on?"
"Looks
like a fight." Graeson's body tensed. "We should head into the
cafeteria.
"Uh-huh,"
Grape said, but she kept her gaze locked on the crowd.
"Get
him, Reggie!" someone yelled.
A book
bag flew into the air from the middle of the pack. Grape recognized the Gucci
bag. It might not be too long before the twins' aunt made Xavier sell his
expensive accessories as well as their cars, but she hadn't yet.
"Crap,
come on," Grape said, jogging toward the crowd. She had to push her way to
the front. A hefty kid with huge, hulking shoulders held Xavier in a headlock.
He punched the former Model in the face, and Grape saw blood spurt onto the
floor.
"Hey!"
she screamed, stepping forward, not sure what she could do. She tried to grab
the guy's arm to stop him from hitting Xavier again, but the kid swatted her
away. She tripped backward and landed hard on her rear, sending a jolt of pain
through her body.
Anger
raged in her belly as her ribs throbbed. Grape struggled to her feet. The giant
kid picked Xavier up and held him in the air as if the former Model weighed no
more than a child. "Put him down," she yelled, but her voice was
drowned out by the crowd. They cheered to see Xavier body-slammed.
Grape
heard a low growl and was surprised to find that it was coming from her. She
took a step forward, her fists clenched and ready.
Two kids
standing in the front row, red-faced from yelling, were shoved aside as Lonnie
plowed through them. He landed two quick punches to the big kid's mid-section.
The kid dropped Xavier, who landed heavily on his side.
"Ugh,"
Xavier moaned as Lonnie reached down to help him to his feet.
"Look
out!" Grape yelled as the kid raised a ham-sized fist in the air. But he
moved too slowly. Lonnie landed a kick to the giant's crotch before the boy
could throw his punch. The boy stood still for a moment, his hand still raised.
His face slowly turned red as he folded over, falling hard to the ground.
Xavier stood and thrust his boot into the kid's stomach.
"You
okay?" Lonnie asked his brother.
Xavier
grabbed his book bag from the ground. He used the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe
the blood from his nose. "I'm fine," he grunted.
Graeson
grabbed Grape's arm and pulled her back into the crowd.
"Where
were you?"
"Stuck
in the back. We gotta go."
"But
Lonnie's..."
Graeson
pointed at the teachers rushing toward them. "We gotta go."
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