Reporter Mona Stewart finds herself in another world of warring factions and one of them holds the key to immortality and cures for fatal diseases.
After almost dying in a car accident, Mona is given a second chance at life. A race of aliens called the Svarians bring her back from the brink of death, but for a price. They need Mona to act as liaison on Earth so they can share their cure for cancer with the human race. However, the Svarians have enemies who want them and the Earthlings dead. Will Mona and her new-found friends find a way to defeat these enemies and save the world? Their task is wrought with danger, especially since the Svarians are a peaceful race and Mona doesn't believe in violence. They'll have to compromise their ideals and morals to be victorious. With time running out, will Mona and the Svarians be able to decide their fate and the fate of the world?
The car skidded, swerved sideways, and spun around three times before cascading into the gully below. There were no houses on this stretch of the sparsely populated road in west Mobile County, and traffic was light at one a.m., so no one saw the accident happen. The driver lay critically injured at the bottom of the ravine.
Mona Stewart was motionless. Life rapidly oozed out of her twenty-eight year-old body. The thirty-foot drop left the little red Volkswagen bug in one piece, but all sides were damaged. It landed right on top of Mona and threw one sharp piece of window glass directly through her abdomen. The heavy rainstorm, which contributed to the accident, continued. Blood and water formed a puddle of crimson liquid. Pep, her little Beagle, who was also in the car, revived and staggered over to his mistress. He sniffed around and lapped at the puddle. It did not suit his taste, so he crawled under the car, snuggled as close as he could to Mona, and lay down on the ground to stand guard.
In her unconscious state with her life ebbing away, Mona’s mind reviewed her existence. In flashes, she relived the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, her parents’ untimely death in a plane crash, her marriage and divorce, a couple of dateless years for fear of having a failed relationship. Now, in the last hour, she faced the discovery that her current boyfriend was no longer interested in her. He even laughed when he left her apartment saying, “What did you expect? I promised you nothing and that’s exactly what you’re getting. There were no commitments.” She should have known this would happen. The notoriously fickle Lee Black III was chased by girls because of his rugged good looks and his charming, though superficial, personality. He had never been noted for his loyalty.
Nevertheless, Mona was crushed and outraged. Feeling that she had to get out of that apartment, she’d hopped in her car and sped away into the humid summer night, roaming around aimlessly, not even knowing or caring where she was. When an announcer’s voice blared out of her radio that “Hurricane Dennis is on a path headed directly for Mobile, Alabama, bearing one hundred and thirty mile per hour winds; please take heed and go to a safe place—shelters are open now,” she thought that it was no match for the storm going on within her, so Mona clicked off the radio. She couldn’t run from either one. A sudden downpour made driving hazardous. She’d never been on this road before and did not see the curve.
Now, strangely enough, as she relived the experience in her mind, she no longer felt resentment toward Lee or anyone else who had ever wronged her. Instead, she felt a sense of forgiveness toward them. A bright light hovered over her. With it came a complete sense of peace.
Pep growled and emitted a bark that sounded more like a frightened yelp than a threat. But when two people came over to his mistress, raised the car up, and lifted her out of the pool of blood, the dog instinctively knew they were trying to help her. He backed off, following as they carried her to a shelter.
