Maggie Johnson had heard of those poor people that had suffered from some horrible near death experience like all of us. She never realized that was
just the tip of the iceberg. There were those that came back from a very brief look across the veil of death that were relatively unchanged. And then
there were those like her. She still only remembered the smallest portion but was now no longer human but something else, something more. Maggie
still looked human on the outside, still felt and remembered everything she had been but now there was this driving force in her to no longer sit on
the sidelines and watch as life passed her by.
That all consuming fire would not just change Maggies body but her heart, mind and soul as well. She was the newest child of the Progeny of Lazarus.
He may have been the first recorded human to be brought back from the dead but he was certainly not the last. Their mission; to help nohus as they
call us, their loving phrase which is short for normal humans and fight horrible battles as they tried to keep the tide of darkness from reaching the
innocent.
About the author
I started writing on a whim when a series I loved ended not the way I liked. When I penned my first book, a sequel to that series, my girlfriends
raved about how well I did. My drive to work everyday is almost an hour one way. You get a little bored driving the same route everyday but one day
it was raining and miserable and I had a great big semi right in front of me. An empithany hit and that is how the muse for writing started.
If it weren’t for my oh so supportive lady friends I would never have had the courage to publish anything. My hats off to Michelle, Sara, and Jill. I
love you all. Also many thanks to my younger friends. There really is an Alycia, Anthony, Alison and Darius and of course my son Phillip and the son
of my heart Stephen. Thanks for putting up with all the weird ideas that I constantly bounced off of you all the time. You were and still are dear
friends.