Into the Fire

Passionate thoughts about the world of writing and the Power of God

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    I loved the Yardbirds back in the day. Saw them in person at the Eagles Auditorium in downtown Seattle. Some of the best rock 'n' roll bands appeared there. It was casual, no seating, and cheap to watch the best of the best in that venue. Incredible. 

     

    Father, only you know hearts and souls. May those who've yet to meet you, Jesus, see your love for the all-encompassing, magnificent love that it is and receive the forgiveness from genuine repentance. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

     

     

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    J.B. Turner's latest No Way Back presents the dilemma of Jack McNeal, a New York City cop, former detective who now works in Internal Affairs, who lost his 5 yr. old son to a ricochet bullet with extenuating circumstances five years ago and whose beloved wife from whom he's been separated for a year and a half suddenly turns up floating in the Potomac River, and it pushes Jack over the edge. 

    What happens when information slowly being revealed to a by-the-book cop, one who's heard every possible reason for the actions of crooked cops and been disappointed in how sometimes the punishment doled out to them isn't real discipline at all, discovers his wife was probably murdered because she was getting too close to exposing the truth about a murdered vamp-ish socialite, who had dirt on the higher-ups in government, but was deemed a suicide just as his wife's was?

    Jack McNeal is a cop's cop. His younger brother, a veteran and also a cop, has figured out sometimes the things that come up in police work require a few lines be crossed in order to ultimately get justice. Jack doesn't want to hear it until, through his quiet and lawful looking into his wife's death, he realizes not just "something" but many things don't look or feel right. When he enlists the help of one of his dad's former cop friends who's now a PI, things take a wicked turn. And when he listens to the final recording from his wife delivered to him from her attorney among other information, he knows it's up to him to prove she was murdered. Especially when he goes to her home and then strange occurrences start happening at his.

    After making a bold move, threatening things come to the forefront, and things change dramatically for Jack. His brother refuses to stay out of it all, and he won't be denied his part in making things right, no matter what. And that's what it ultimately comes down to: No matter what.   

    Before it's all said and done, Jack's self-evaluation causes both a shocking revelation and a certain kind of numbness in his being. 

    The story captures a transformation brought about by descending levels of grief, a variation of PTSD, an evolution of reactions to incredible injustices in the upper echelons of government and the private sector, and what Jack McNeal finally determines as "no way back" to normal, to "regular" life, to even his approach to his job although he returns to his desk at the precinct. 

    (My only objections in the story are some political references that allude to one side of the aisle and their actions being to the "right" when they are clearly to the "left".) 

    (Extensive profanity.) 

     

    Father, please continue to bless J.B.'s life and storytelling. Encourage him along the way and keep him safe from all harm. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

     

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    As for man, his days are like grass,

       he flourishes like a flower of the field;

    the wind blows over it and it is gone,

       and its place remembers it no more.

     

    Psalm 103:15-16 (NIV) 

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    If I ask you for an immediate response for these 5 things – without thinking, just reacting – what would you list?

    Five of your favorite books

    Five colors, listing your favorite first

    Five beverages you drink fairly regularly

    Five greetings you use most often

    Five songs you love 

    Boom! Just answer quick! 

     

    Father, thank you for fun, for favorite things, for feasible solutions, for fancy foods, and all kinds of funny things. Anything and everything good and perfect comes from you. Thank you for it all. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    Our former front yard and pasture and one of our horse sheds on a winter day several years ago. Our winters rarely give us snow, especially this much (and I know to some of you this isn't much at all), but this was one of those for us. 

     

    Father, you left beauty in every season all over this world. We're grateful for it all. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    So. I've been asked, as I'm sure many authors have been, which of my novels is my favorite. One might think that's a fairly simple question. But it's not. In fact, it's every bit as difficult to answer as being asked which novel that I've read is my favorite. Ha! 

    All the "qualifiers" come out after that last inquiry. For example: Which genre? Because surely no one can expect just one answer to the "favorite" question. It's just not that simple. Ever. 

    Each novel that I've written at any given time can be my favorite or lumped together with a couple of others to occupy that temporary categorization. But, realistically, I can't answer that question. I'm not a prolific author. I began this second "career" rather late in life and went completely off the charts when after 8 1/2 years I produced my first novel (Hope of Glory), a comprehensive story of middle echelon Thoroughbred horse racing. Christian Fiction. That saga was 700+ pages in excess of 400,000 words. Is it my favorite? No. Yes. Sometimes. Not. You see how this goes. 

    We authors have to love what we write or why bother? I can't speak for the motivations of other authors, but I know for me I must love the characters and want to get deeper into their stories as they're revealed to me. They become my best friends. I hate saying goodbye to them, but there comes a time when they – and I – need to move on. 

    So, yeah, this Wednesday I'm wandering around "the favorite novel" topic and really, really love my new WIP. Sigh. 

     

    Father, thank you again for every story, every character, every word. Apart from you, I can do nothing. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    Is it? More than a feeling? You decide. One of Boston's better known songs. 

     

    Father, you know hearts and our human weaknesses to always go by our feelings. We're always desperate for you, for your truth. Help us all to find it in you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

     

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    Left to Lure is Book 12 in this Adele Sharp Series by prolific author Blake Pierce

    Left to Prey left Agent Adele Sharp (FBI/Interpol/DGSI) confronting her mom's, her best friend and mentor's, and her former fiancé's brutal murderer at the police station in Paris after he turned himself in knowing the 10-year statute of limitations had passed without his arrest for brutally murdering her mother. Left to Lure opens with Adele sitting across from the under-sized psychopath who leers and grins at her on the other side of the table at police headquarters in Paris. The police have not been able to gather evidence enough to hold him on any of the murders, his latest being that of Adele's former fiancé in California. She knows he's committed all of them and more, and that he also attempted to kill her partner Agent John Renee and her dad, who could both identify him as having attacked them but without any evidence. She blames herself for all of their deaths even though she was just a child when she discovered the bloody, carved up mess he'd made of her beloved mother. 

    The fact that his latest ploy is to speak with her directly, to taunt her, to revel in the fact that he's the victor of their last battle and still plans to do more damage in her life, is just about more than she can endure. Dark thoughts consume her desire to somehow rid the earth of the brutal creature, and when John vocalizes her thoughts hinting at an offer, she tries to reel her emotions in to the place of being a better human than the criminal who haunts her every moment. She finds herself consumed with finding the evidence to convict him before he's able to do any more damage, and she's terrified he'll somehow gain access to her dad again or to John.   

    Their boss Foucault is leery of her emotional state and reluctantly relies on Agent Renee to assure him she's okay enough to travel to Italy with him on a case where a body is left hanging from the Leaning Tower of Pisa. 

    Adele is running on empty. The emotional toll and horror of the murderer of people precious to her on the loose are consuming her ability to take care of herself, to focus on their case, to sleep, and at times to be civil to John who has become equally precious to her. As if she could protect him (he being former Special Forces, incredibly strong and able), that's the sole reason she agreed to accompany him on the case, but that leaves her dad to worry about back in Paris. However, Foucault has arranged for a cop to cover the house and John has called in favors from his Special Forces buddies to also watch over her dad, her dad not happy about any of it, a cop who insists he can take care of himself.  

    There's no denying Adele is intermittently falling apart, and John is in a protective mode he's never fully engaged before. She hates that he's being that way with her, and he's at a loss as to why. She insists he's pitying her and to return to his "normal" semi-rude self, all the while hating how she feels, how she's unfocused, how she's treating the man she's come to deeply care for, and how she's in a frenzied state of mind over who will be next on the "Spade Killer's" list. 

    Readers of the Adele Sharp Series might struggle with the in-depth emotional descriptions of Adele's mental state. Although not hard to understand, it's consistent throughout this story, and at times might feel redundant. One might wonder just how many times she can barely sleep in her pants suit and not take a shower before returning to work on the case. 

    When she and John finally start putting the potential for a lead together which lands them in Spain, John expresses something very important to him which truly touches Adele's heart, but suddenly after some thought, she's horrified when she's sure she knows who the killer will go after next. The unexpected supposition and following discovery are done very well and the description covers every possible reaction of Adele's realizations of her long and painful journey.  

     

    Father, you've given Blake so many stories to tell. Please continue to bless those gifts. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. 

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    "I, even I, am He who blots out

        your transgressions, for my own sake,

        and remembers your sins no more."

     

    Isaiah 43:25 (NIV) 

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    Five things for which I have next to no patience:

    Driving behind people who choose to drive under the speed limit

    In most cases: reading non-fiction

    Injustice

    Narcissists

    Condescension and Arrogance

     

    Father, you know I'm not a really patient person, but you've tempered my impatience along the way. Thank you for that and so much more. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.