William Stark is not the hero type, at least not in his eyes. Awkward and anxious, mental illness and a confused faith keep him from loving the girl of his dreams, and himself. A lack of self-esteem takes him to the depths of hell (literally) to fight an intimate battle between fear and faith.

Will wants nothing more than to feel normal, but when you're from a town nicknamed, The Devil’s Rendition of Sedona Arizona, it's not meant to be. Famous for attracting fire and brimstone preachers, occult psychics, and the fringes of society, Millersville is hiding a history that’s anything but traditional.

With the guidance of a deeply spiritual school psychologist who may be keeping secrets of his own, Will learns to balance his mental health symptoms and work towards normalcy, which is about to be short lived.

A team of paranormal investigators have their eyes on the reluctant Will and his unique abilities. What isn't clear is their deeper purpose for him. Aided with technology developed by the group, Gateway, a Resurrectionist crosses into a world of lost spirits and guides them to the light. William's calling, his purpose, is laid before him. He must fight to conquer his demons or risk becoming one of them, falling into darkness for all eternity.

The Resurrectionist

“William ... William ... are you with us?” My vision blurred and came into focus. Two men were in the boat next to me. “You blacked out from the pain. We're approaching shore. Can you walk?” 


I didn't answer. I had no thought or focused logic. One man looked up, gazing into the distance. I tried forcing my body upright, rolling to the left, grabbing hold of the wooden seat and pulling with the minimal strength I had in my one good arm before sliding upward into a seated position. It all flooded back … the man I scoured the depths of hell and lost my soul for was sitting next to me ... Judas. 


“Help me get him up!” The boatman shouted. Four men, at least they somewhat resembled men, skin stretched and hung off their faces like an over cooked Thanksgiving turkey, approached from the rocky shore. One of them reached in and grabbed me by the armpits, I groaned, pain shooting through my aching arm. “Careful” the boatman warned. “That arm needs to be set.” 


The Forgotten