"Not all souls experience bliss. Not all aspects of the afterlife are fluffy clouds and golden halos. An insane mission, an epic rescue, that's what John was asking, the impossible.

Why did I do it, trade heaven for hell, of my own free will? Maybe it wasn't free will, maybe something greater than myself force my hand. Either way, it doesn't matter. If you've been where I've been, seen what I've seen, you'll be disturbed, you'll understand ... you'll want to save them all."

-William Stark

Forced by circumstance and calling, William Stark must choose again to put his spirit to the test. Descending into hell to resurrect one of the most hated men in history, no easy task for a teenager taken before his time. Plagued by fear and self-doubt, William must find his inner strength and courageous heart; or risk being consumed in the everlasting fires of eternal nightmare.

The Resurrectionist Book II: Lost People

 Allison twisted and spun; I coughed and choked, tossed like a raft caught in raging water, our bodies pushed upward through the violent river. Allison turned purple, gasping for air as if she was dying. I embraced her and drew on the Resurrectionist power that was always in me. My love for her created a protective bubble around our bodies. The raging Styx roared over us, inside the bubble was calm. 


 “What are you doing?” I asked Allison who placed her index finger on my forehead. 


 “I saw a vision of Justin. I'm using the law of attraction to pull us closer. The river will guide us.” The rapids calmed, spitting us out on the rocky banks, free of depths and their dark embrace. Allison smiled a wave of relief, feeling jubilation. 


 “What's wrong?” Allison sensed my gloom, knowing I didn't share her joy. 


 "You said I couldn't save us all. I listened to you, like I always do, but I should've tried." 


A Big Mistake