THE LAZARUS SPEAR, The Lost Cove Series: Book Three

For hundreds of years, Appalachian forests have drawn wanderers away from lights, comforts, and everyday life, into unchanged, less familiar, and even mysterious places.

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Hogan’s favorite spot overlooked the Nolichucky River’s emergence through the mountains as it snaked alongside the railroad tracks into Erwin, Tennessee. He sat atop the rock-scrabble ridge and closed his eyes in warm sunlight, listening to wrens and the rushing water below.

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The first drops of rain woke him, but the woods were already too dark, and Hogan lost the path. A foxfire glow led him to a cave, and a black, stone-hard spear. His touch lit the spear with blue light emanating from its deeply etched lines, bright enough for him to find the path home.

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Hogan learned that a nick from the spear instantly healed, leaving insight and understanding. The deeper the wound, the greater the insight. Stab someone through the heart and they will die, to awaken with a hairline scar and perfect understanding of their greatest enemy.

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The spear transformed Hogan. He made amends at work. He finally reached out to the woman he’d longed for, and they married.

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But the world neared the brink. Apocalypse approached, and Hogan feared that only the spear could stop it.