
Hello, there! Itâs time for another piece of bookish news â Mondays are usually so busy, haha! YA Bound Book Tours prepared a tour for Welcome to Sortilege Falls, by Libby Heily đ

Welcome to Sortilege Falls
by Libby Heily
Genre: YA Magical Mystery
Release Date: June 12th, 2016
Fire & Ice Young Adult Books

Sixteen-year-old Grape Merriweather has just moved to Sortilege Falls and already she knows something isn’t right. A small pack of teenage models, too beautiful for words, holds the town in their sway. The models have no plans on making Grape’s life easy. But no matter how cruel they are to Grape and the other âNormalsâ, no one can stay angry with them for long.
Grape’s life changes for the better, or so she thinks, when Mandy, the only âniceâ model, befriends her. But thatâs when the trouble truly begins. Mandy’s friendship places Grape smack in the middle of a medical mystery that has the entire town on edge. One by one, the models fall ill from an incurable disease. Grape quickly realizes that the models’ parents are hiding a secret, even as they watch their children die. To save her only friend, Grape will have to find the truthâand that means putting her life in danger.


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âGross.â Books, notebooks, trash, and candy wrappers littered the lower half of the locker.
A wet, bored voice said from behind her, âYour rose is dripping on my books.â
Grape turned to find a pudgy girl with a loose brown ponytail standing mere inches away. The girl blinked at Grape through pink, plastic framed glasses as she continued sucking on her candy necklace.
âSorry,â Grape said, not exactly sure what the girl was talking about. âI guess youâre my locker-mate?â
The girl slurped on her necklace, her bland expression not changing. âGuess so.â
âIâm Grape Merriweather.â
Grape extended her hand to her new locker-mate, but the girl only looked back at her suspiciously.
âIs that a stage name?â
âNo. Why do people keep asking me that? Itâs just my name.â
âGood. Not sure Iâd want to be locker-mates with a Model.â
âDo you think I could be a model?â Grape asked, running her hand over her flat tummy. She knew she didnât need to lose weight.
The girl shrugged. âSure, but what do I know?â
âSorry, I didnât catch your name.â Sheâd heard her mother use that line tons of times when she met someone new.
âPatience.â
âMy bad. I didnât know I was rushing anything.â
The girl slipped another piece of necklace into her mouth. âNo, thatâs my name,â she said, smacking her lips around the candy.
âOh. Well, nice to meet you.â
âDid you read the note yet?â
âWhat note?â Grape looked back at the locker, and sure enough, a blood-drenched rose sat on the top shelf of the locker, red goop dripping onto the books below. Just when she thought the locker couldnât get any worse. âEwwww. Is that yours?â
Patience snorted. âWhy would I have a blood-soaked rose?âWhy would anyone?
âThe note has your name on it,â Patience said, loading another piece of candy necklace into her mouth.
So it did.
âSorry about this.â Great, now her locker-mate would think she was a freak. No one in this school was ever going to like her.
Grape reached into her book bag and ripped a few sheets out of her notebook. She bunched the pages up in her hand and used the paper glove to grab the rose. Drops of ruby-red blood splashed on the ground as she pulled out the flower. Grape stared down at the note attached to it but didnât want to pull it off without some sort of protection, and she’d only made one paper glove.
âWhat are you waiting for?â Patience grabbed the note. âItâs probably just pigâs blood.â Her words came out slurred around the mouthful of necklace.
Grapeâs stomach lurched as her locker-mate peeled apart the sticky pages, little strings of blood spreading and breaking as she did so.
The girl gave a crooked smile, revealing teeth that were too white for someone who ate so much candy. âItâs from Graeson. He says sorry about last night.â
âThanks.â Grape tried to offer Patience a smile, even though looking at her blood-covered hands left her nauseated. âCan I see?â
Patience held the note out to Grape. Thick black curlicues covered the page between red, gooey splotches.
âGrape Merriweather, so sorry about last night. Will you be my Queen of Darkness? Yours Darkly, Graeson.â
Grape dodged across the hall to throw the rose and paper glove away. Her breakfast threatened to come up when she returned to find Patience licking the blood off her fingertips.
âHey, donât do that.â She grabbed for her locker-mateâs hands. A list of blood-borne pathogens, mostly made up, ran through her head.
Patience sidestepped with surprising speed. Grape lost her balance and nearly fell into her locker, catching herself at the last second.
âNot pigâs blood.â Patience sounded bored, as if she licked blood from her fingers every day. âItâs corn syrup. Good stuff, but Iâm not a fan of red dye.â She turned back to the locker and began digging out a notebook that lay buried under a mound of trash.
âCorn syrup?â
âYep, super sweet. Want some?â Patience turned to offer Grape an unlicked portion of her hand.
âIâm good. Thanks.â

I was born during a blizzard. Iâm 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. Iâve lived in Virginia, Florida, Missouri, and Washington. Iâve settled down, for now, in Raleigh, North Carolina.
Iâm 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, Iâve 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. Iâm 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. Know that. I love orange juice, especially when itâs mixed with club soda. Carbonation is better than alcohol. Jaws is my favorite movie. Everything Iâve said so far is true.
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