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1/16/2022

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Bleeder
The Threshold Novels Book 1
by Christi J. Whitney
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy 

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What happens when lightning strikes?

Seventeen-year-old Selene Windell doesn’t remember. But ghosts of her accident haunt her – fragments of memories, deep-rooted fears, and a freakish electrical curse she can’t shake.
Can one lightning strike change everything?
Phoebus, a trained soldier from the dimension of Threshold, knows something threatens his homeland. In one flash of light, a girl from the Otherside sees his face, and he has to act – not only to protect the secrecy of his world, but also to protect himself.
Selene wants answers, and the mysterious new boy in town has them. Phoebus has a duty, and the strange Othersider girl stands in his way.
But will they be able to navigate their dark pasts and unrelenting connection before sinister creatures infiltrate Threshold and destroy far more than Selene’s small coastal town?


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​Phoebus could see the light.
He’d stood before others just like it—a bluish-white orb, shimmering like a pearl in the midday light. A breeze rustled the trees of the Grove, and their fruit-laden branches creaked in protest. The wind scattered strands of hair across his eyes. He jerked his head to clear them away.
The light remained, emanating like a beacon.
Stepping forward, he flung the fabric of his green cloak behind him and raised his hands toward the light. The metal cuffs at his wrists began to vibrate as a familiar current flowed up his arms. His insides reacted to the surge as well; his entire body hummed with the fiery sensation.
Electricus.
He paused, allowing the energy to scorch through him like a pleasant burn. The back of his neck buzzed, enveloping him with a lightheaded aura—something that felt as natural to him as his own skin.
Reaching out, he traced the pattern of the glowing orb as it hung suspended in midair—its form not solid, yet distinct. Energy crackled as the light pulsed against his fingertips. It left a metallic taste on his tongue, and he savored the flavor, like a spoonful of rich honey.
His fingers stirred the energy, like water on the surface of a lake, as he checked for signs of instabilities or inconsistencies. The Electricus radiating from the orb felt...off. A nagging sensation was beginning to nip at the corner of his mind.
“What do you make of it, Fee?”
He ignored the voice behind him, his attention locked on the light, which pulsed like a beating heart. But there was an erratic skip in the rhythm. A slight flaw, easily missed by someone else. But not him.
Narrowing his eyes to bring the orb into sharper focus, he waited for another glitch. But the pattern remained consistent. As he lowered his hands, the energy dissipated from his skin—a current, slightly disrupted. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary, but the nagging in his gut remained.
“Well?” said the same voice.
He met eyes with Titus, who was leaning against a tree trunk, with his long, tanned arms crossed over his chest and his longer legs crossed at the ankles. Titus was studying him through strands of untamed curls the wind had whipped across his forehead.
Phoebus felt a muscle jerk in his jaw. The light was nothing more than a Rift—a damaged section of the Barrier that protected their homeland. The Electricus powering the invisible shield had weakened and needed their attention.
But that wasn’t the cause of his uneasiness.

“I’m thinking,” Phoebus replied.

He ignored Titus’ drawn-out sigh. He wasn’t ready to share anything more. Not yet. The glitch could mean many things, and most of them were nothing to worry about.
Most of them.
“It’s just a Rift,” said another voice from his opposite side. Nyx brushed past them, tossing her dark braid over her shoulder. “No reason to keep thinking. Let’s finish this and go home.”
Pushing aside her cloak, Nyx withdrew her a gleaming nadala—the spear-like tool used to repair the Barrier. Like many Rover weapons, it was made of solid amber—a perfect conduit for Electricus.
“Better watch yourself,” said Titus. “You don’t want to end up like Yenna.”
Nyx rounded on him. “You think I’d be so foolish as to sew my own hand into the Barrier, and give myself a trip to the infirmary?”

“I’m only saying—”

Her dark eyes glinted challengingly. “Or are you implying that I have the skills of a novice?”

Titus’ hands rose in surrender. “Of course not.”

“Good. Now, stand aside and let me work.”

As Phoebus watched his Trinemates, he dismissed the wary feeling in his stomach. He was probably overthinking things. Training the young novices over the last several weeks had mentally drained him—nothing a good night’s rest couldn’t cure.
“By all means, Nyx, go right ahead,” Phoebus said, moving aside with a sweep of his arm. “After all, who am I to argue with a lady?”
She arched her brow. “No one of importance, obviously.” “That hurt.”

“No, it didn’t,” she replied, looking him over. “Your skin’s thicker than my boot soles.”
Phoebus allowed himself a smile. Nyx always matched his wit—one of the things he liked about her. She moved with a confident stride and paused in front of the light. As she turned the
nadala in her hands, he nodded his permission. She was well-trained in the process of mending the invisible membrane of the Barrier.

Better than anyone he knew.
A comfortable silence fell between them, resting in the knowledge that, despite the danger, this was standard procedure. They were Rovers. The Barrier was their responsibility.
Titus located Rifts. Nyx sewed them up. And he took care of everything else. Another task to complete. And then, it would be back to the Keep for dinner and a tall mug of Hythelberry cider. His stomach rumbled at the thought.
The spear glowed blue as the amber drew Electricus from Nyx’s body, like a magnet attracting fragments of metal. She positioned it at the edge of the Rift, as though the light were simply a piece of fabric and not a deadly concentration of energy. As she pierced the shimmering border with the nadala’s sharp point, the orb shuddered violently, like some living thing.
“In all seriousness, Fee,” said Titus, lowering his voice as he glanced around the meadow, “there’s something else going on here, isn’t there?”
Phoebus kept his face carefully passive.

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m sensing an unusual level of weakness in the Barrier,”
Titus replied. “I don’t know how, but it feels like it’s happening on both sides at the same time.” He frowned heavily. “So no evading the question this time, Fee. What’s going on?”
Inhaling slowly, Phoebus surveyed the Grove. The area was vast, populated with trees in perfect rows. In one direction, they led to the front gates of the city. In the other, they extended to the rolling hills beyond. Bushes, ripe with fruit, hugged the stone paths.
All of it was safely nestled within the confines of the Barrier.
Without that shield, his world was vulnerable. And it was his duty to make sure that never happened. Rubbing the metal cuff on his wrist, he felt it vibrating with the orb’s energy. The indigo sky flashed with lighting, and his chest rattled with an ominous sound. Thunder. The tops of the trees bent under a sudden gust of air. But this wasn’t natural, and the rumbling had nothing to do with the wind.
His skin went cold.
The sensation pierced him, plunging deep into the marrow of his bones—a fierce, erratic concentration of Electricus in the air.
The discharge of energy hit him like a shock.
An unnerving awareness seized hold of him, crowding out the chill. He felt as though he were being...watched. Fighting against the electrical charge inside him, he peered into the light. There was someone was on the other side of the Rift.
She was staring straight back at him.
Phoebus was rooted to the spot, unable to look away. He saw fear in the eyes—a girl’s eyes, a striking shade of hazel, too wide for her face. Every dark freckle spattering her cheeks, every poufy strand of windswept hair, every drop of rain on her brown skin—he saw the details as sharp as glass. Then a horrible, chilling realization struck him like whip.
She could see him.
The atmosphere crackled. Purple storm clouds swirled above him, but he couldn’t take his eyes from the girl. The ground vibrated under his feet, and the trees wailed in the wind.
The Rift had to be closed. Now.


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Christi J. Whitney is a former high school theatre director with a weakness for sci-fi/fantasy conventions and superhero films. She loves a hot cup of coffee, a plate of sushi, and a good book—though not necessarily in that order.
Christi is the author of the YA fantasy series The Romany Outcasts, which includes the novels Grey, Shadow, and Midnight (published with HarperCollinsUK). Christi lives outside of Atlanta with her husband and two sons. When not spending time with family or taking a ridiculous number of trips to Walt Disney World, Christi can be found directing plays for the theatre, making costumes for both stage and cosplay, geeking out over Doctor Who, defending the house of green and silver, and always pretending she’s a tad bit British.


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Writing and Music by Christi J. Whitney

I’ve always been eclectic in my choice of music. I was a musical theatre major for a while so, of course, musical soundtracks are important. But I also adore film soundtracks, and I have a list of my favorite composers for sure. Then, there’s classical music, Celtic music, 90’s grunge, and alternative music. And who can forget the 80’s? I also enjoy discovering lesser-known artists and adding them into my playlists.

As a writer, music serves as a large part of my inspiration. Having music playing while I brainstorm ideas or write scenes is essential. The right music really sets the stage for the moments I’m creating with words. I have a playlist for every manuscript I’m working on, and by that, I mean certain songs that I will repeat in the background while I’m working my way through my stories. If I’m suffering from writer’s block, just putting on a song can help break loose those trapped ideas.

For Bleeder, I listened to all sorts of music, but I had a handful of go-to tracks that found their way into my repeat section. How about you? Do you have a playlist or a song that you find yourself turning to as you write?


Playlist for Bleeder

Soldiers by Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein
In Pursuit by Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein
Vow by TENDER
The Moth by Manchester Orchestra
Chateau by Angus and Julia Stone
I Saw The End by Ardency
Haunted by The Limousines
Hidden Shelters by Lovelier Other
Nuvole bianche by Ludovico Einaudi
Trouble’s Coming by Royal Blood
Typhoons by Royal Blood


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29 Comments
Kari B
1/16/2022 07:39:31 am

Sounds like a book that will keep the reader guessing until the end.

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 09:44:26 am

I sincerely hope so! Bleeder was a lot of fun to write!

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Bernie Wallace
1/16/2022 08:02:21 am

How long did it take you to write your book?

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 09:45:40 am

Bleeder took me about five months to write, although it went through several revisions and edits over quite a long time. Most of my books have taken anywhere from as long as a year to a short as four months. Thanks for the question!

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sarah s
1/16/2022 10:13:26 am

How did you come up with this as your idea to write a book about?

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 10:51:29 am

My idea for the book came from a visit I took to St. Mary's, Georgia, which gave me a lot of setting vibes. I've also always been fascinated by storms over the ocean, as well as southern gothic stories, like ghost lights. I love fantasy stories, and slowly, things began to take shape in my head for what eventually became Bleeder. Thanks for the question!

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Rita Wray
1/16/2022 10:32:50 am

Sounds like a great read.

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 10:52:30 am

Thank you! I enjoyed writing the dual point of view in the story, and it was a fun project to tackle.

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Wendy Jensen
1/16/2022 11:57:28 am

The book details are interesting.

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 12:11:51 pm

Thank you so much!

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Marcy Meyer
1/16/2022 12:08:49 pm

I like the cover. Looks good. The excerpt sounds good. Thanks for sharing.

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 12:12:41 pm

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!

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wendy hutton
1/16/2022 01:07:10 pm

thissounds really interesting

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 01:30:50 pm

I'm so glad to hear you find it interesting!

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Tracie Cooper
1/16/2022 02:04:00 pm

What inspires your book plots?

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 02:38:22 pm

My debut series, The Romany Outcasts, was inspired by a few things: my favorite fairy tale (Beauty and the Beast) with some elements of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I love the theme of "don't judge a book by its cover". The Threshold Novels were inspired by my fascination with southern gothic urban legends and lightning storms.

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Debbie P
1/16/2022 03:36:52 pm

This sounds like a really good read!

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 05:56:52 pm

Many thanks! It's been one of my favorite novels to write so far.

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Sherry
1/16/2022 04:37:08 pm

I love the cover and the excerpt.

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 05:57:48 pm

Thank you for the compliment!

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bn100
1/16/2022 04:56:15 pm

nice cover

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 05:58:31 pm

Many thanks! I was quite pleased with how everything turned out.

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Nancy
1/16/2022 09:13:34 pm

I think that the cover of your book is very striking and eye catching!

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 10:44:49 pm

Thank you for saying so! It really came together nicely!

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Terri Quick
1/16/2022 11:07:12 pm

Cool cover

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Christi J. Whitney link
1/16/2022 11:30:45 pm

Thank you!

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Athena Graeme
1/17/2022 12:29:17 am

That sounds magical (pun intended!)

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Molli Taylor
1/17/2022 11:34:07 am

how do you name your characters? are the names significat to you?

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Cindy Merrill
1/17/2022 12:25:47 pm

Very excited about this book, this is the type of Genre I really enjoy.

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