Novel Excerpt – Carry on the Flame by Jodine Turner

from Book One Carry on the Flame: Destiny’s Call  by award winning, best-selling visionary fiction author Jodine Turner 

DestinysCall e book coverThe dayroom was full of idle chatter, some nonsensical, along with the monotonous blare of a morning television talk show. Cigarette smoke wafted upward, trapped by the closed and barred windows, as much prisoner as all the patients committed to the psychiatric hospital against their will.

Sharay looked up and feigned a casual glance around the room. Her gaze rested on the old man. His knobby hands scratched his scrubby gray beard, then, index finger curled, he motioned for her to join him at his table. Sharay hesitated. The old man pointed to the spread of cards before him and chuckled. He held one up for her to see, and furtively laid it back down again. Curious, Sharay stood and scuffled across the room, the closest she could come to walking while on her medicine. She sat in a worn wooden chair across from the old man, the table and mysterious cards between them.

“Dillon.” He proffered his weather beaten hand in welcome. “Dillon Emrys. Born in the North of Wales, high in the mountains in a town no one has ever heard of. Born and raised there.” His voice was deep and carried the musical lilt of a heavy Welsh accent.

Sharay extended her hand and watched it tremor. Another side-effect of her medicine. She quickly withdrew it, embarrassed.

“The shaking is nothing to be ashamed of. Easy to remedy. Here, try again.” Dillon’s hand hung over the cards, waiting for hers.

Timidly, Sharay offered her hand again. She was surprised at the strength of the old man’s grip. He pressed his thumb against the top of her index finger and held on as if he awaited a return gesture.

“Ah, I thought perhaps you remembered the greeting of the ancients, but sadly not.”

Sharay leaned her head to the side, wiped the drool from her mouth against her shoulder, leaving a wet stain on her sweater. The old man must be crazy, she thought.

“Sure, some call me crazy. Others call me wise.” Dillon smiled, a full grin this time. Two dimples appeared in his deeply creviced face.

Sharay pulled her hand away, her eyes opened wide. How did he know what she was thinking?

“Nothing to be afraid of. Anyone can learn to read another’s thoughts. You’ve done it sometimes, too.”

Sharay didn’t answer. She wondered if she could get away from Dillon without creating a scene.

“All right, I’ll give you this piece of advice, and then maybe you’ll trust me.” Dillon leaned in close to Sharay. “Cheek your medicine,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Cheek it. Take the medicine in your mouth, roll it with your tongue to the back of your cheek, near to your gums. Nurse will check your mouth but won’t see it. Then spit it out when she leaves.” Dillon leaned back, obviously pleased with himself.

“Nurse won’t see it?”

“No. Just do it. It will stop that silly drooling of yours.”

Sharay giggled nervously. Of course. It was so simple. “How did you learn to do that?”

Dillon shrugged and stroked his beard. “I know many things. Take this card for example.” He held up the card he had tried to show her before.

“Tarot cards,” Sharay said, recognizing the trump from a similar deck her mother had allowed her to play with as a child.

The cards were divinatory. When shuffled and laid out in a pattern, they could be interpreted, often giving readings that made accurate and profound pronouncements about one’s life situation.

Sharay took the card he offered her. Its edges were worn, the colors faded. It showed the picture of a young man and woman facing each other with hands clasped, standing under a rose trellis and being blessed by a hooded figure of a Goddess. The word LOVERS was printed across the bottom of the card. Sharay felt a fluttering in her womb, as if the card fanned the flames of the burnt out embers of her inner strength there. She had almost forgotten about this power spot in her body, hadn’t felt its heat since the day she met her psychiatrist, Dr. Deluth, a full six months ago.

“Yes, Tarot. But this is a very old deck, a special deck. That card is for you. Keep it with you. Sleep with it under your pillow.” Dillon lowered his voice. “Don’t show it to anyone else.”

Sharay touched the outline of the figures with her fingers, inexplicably intrigued by the faded picture.

Dillon coughed. Sharay looked up to see Dr. Deluth walk toward her, clip board in hand, two interns following obediently behind. She shoved the card under her sweater and tucked it inside her bra. Dillon laid a magazine across the top of his card spread, his movements betraying none of the anxiety Sharay felt whenever she saw Dr. Deluth.

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Carry on the Flame: Destiny’s Call and Carry on the Flame: Ultimate Magic 

Born into a lineage of priestesses in modern day Glastonbury, England, Sharay is chosen by the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea to help humankind move through the fear and dark times of today’s world. To do so, she must prove herself worthy by confronting her own darkness. Her way is blocked by her jealous Aunt Phoebe, who uses black magic against Sharay to steal her fortune and her magical powers. When Phoebe accuses her of insanity and murder, it’s the elder, eccentric wizard Dillon who sets Sharay on the Celtic ‘Imram,’ a quest designed to awaken her magical abilities as a priestess. And it’s Dillon’s grandson Guethyn who shows Sharay how to open her heart in the Beltaine Ritual, the ancient Celtic ceremony of sacred union. Hunted by the police, stalked by a demonic Tracker conjured by her aunt, and torn from everyone she loves, Sharay struggles with the temptation to fight Phoebe’s dark powers with her own. She must transform her fear and hatred for her aunt in order to uncover the mystery held deep within her cells that will allow her to fulfill her destiny – a secret only she can discover. When separated from Guethyn’s protection, Sharay continues on her Imram alone, in the spellbinding conclusion to Carry on the Flame.

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Praise for Carry on the Flame – “FANtastic fiction! There are many magical stories out there in the publishing industry, but this is one author who has created a “new” fresh mythical tale that readers will love.” ~Amy Lignor, reviewer for the Feathered Quill

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About Jodine Turner

Jodine Turner is an award-winning, best-selling Visionary Fiction and magical realism author, Adorata Practitioner, therapist, and consecrated priestess. She writes about how the most potent transformative power – Embodied Love – is the next step in the evolution of humankind. Through story, Jodine takes you on an initiatory journey into the Goddess, as well as the Sacred Union of the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine within. Jodine authored “The Awakening: Rebirth of Atlantis” and “The Keys to Remember”, followed by "Carry on the Flame: Destiny's Call", and "Carry on the Flame: Ultimate Magic."
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12 Responses to Novel Excerpt – Carry on the Flame by Jodine Turner

  1. Admin - Eleni says:

    Thanks for sharing your excerpt Jodine. You have a very enticing opening. I like how you set this up. It makes the reader want to know about why Sharay's memories are being suppressed. From what age would you recommend your book?

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  2. Admin - Eleni says:

    Oh, I meant to say powers are being suppressed. That must've been confusing. Sorry:)

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  3. Eleni,
    It indeed was her inherent Powers that were being suppressed, coveted, hunted down, and tracked!

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  4. I love this, Jodine! Well done. I was just wondering, how old is Sharay? The image on the book cover makes me think YA.

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  5. Thank you Margaret.! Yes, it is geared for older YA readers and adult readers. My publishers wanted a YA book cover. Very different from my previous two books, but I was open and happy to having visionary fiction reach out to YA readers as well as adults!

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  6. Nicely done, Jodine. Very intruiging!

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  7. Jodine, I'm glad you chose this particular scene. It was good to re-read it. Sharay is at her lowest here, and the setting makes for a kind of commentary on 'is it crazy to believe in things beyond normal perception?'

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    • Saleena, thank you. Yes, good point about this scene bringing up the question of ‘is it crazy to believe in things beyond normal perception?’ Indeed, in our culture it is perceived to be so,

      The non-linear, intuitive perspective is not as highly valued as the linear/scientific/verifiable mode of perception. Many still sense the traumatic cellular memory of the inquisitions and burnings for following their intuition and guidance and the cycles and rhythms of the earth.
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      As the feminine (not referring to gender based) modality of perception re-emerges in our culture, this issue of imbalance in our perceptions is being healed more and more. That is what I look forward to and write about.

      In this scene in Carry on the Flame, Sharay's ability to perceive differently, (her 'Second Sight",) is exploited by her Aunt Phoebe, who uses it to have Sharay committed to a psychiatric ward as a means to fulfill Phoebe's own greedy and deceitful desires.

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      • You know, some would say, the non-linear, intuitive perspective is generally not at all valued at the present time. 😉 That's why I think VF is a growing genre, as an attempt to address the issue.

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  8. Saleena,

    yes, it is indeed only valued by very few. It has been centuries of the divine feminine and her nature being suppressed and feared. VF gives me the outlet to express that now is the time to change that. Not going for an over-balance so that the bell swings totally in the other direction, but, rather, a harmonious dance of balance and appreciation of the best of both the feminine modality of being along with a healthy masculine modality of being. A harmonious marriage of the two, which necessitates a new consciousness to first acknowledge the long suppressed feminine modality. Hmmm…My hope is that is what is coming down the road at this important junction of human history

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