"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

 "Who was the officer that brought him in? What's he in for? Where is the report?" 


 I floated past the Ding Wing, lingo for the prison psych unit. Sue Thompson was conducting a new inmate evaluation, a standard procedure that managed to stop me cold. 


 "Officer Bearing brought him in. He was found wandering the side of the road ... naked. There were reports of Peeping Tom activity on Bryant and 4th. He said he was guilty ... I don't know ... waiting for the toxicology tests to come back. He tested negative for alcohol." An officer sitting at a desk filling out paper work responded. 


 "What's with the red scratches around your neck? Is that rope burn?" Sue asked the man sitting across from her. The man was silent. "What's your age?" 


 "Really, you're gonna make this difficult huh? Moving on then … employment history, when and where did you last work?" 


 "How did you eat, buy things?" Sue was visibly annoyed. 
