Endora Crystal was my rock...as I staggered through the chaos of rock 'n' roll fame--the drugs and alcohol, the selfishness and turmoil--Endora was the gentle voice in my ear telling me I was special. Telling me I was adored. She was my personal psychic, and she said I had a unique purpose, a calling to give my fans happiness. To be their god. My band, DeathStroke, dominated the world of rock. Yet strife ruled our inner circle. My family didn't know me. I loved no one but myself. And yet Karen Bayliss was praying for me, that I would come to know the love of God and the lordship of Jesus Christ. She was not a fan. Didn't care for my music. Karen just wanted me to know peace. Now Endora is dead, and I've been charged with first-degree murder. Everett Lester is headed down a perilous road of no apparent return. Will he recognize the spiritual battle that's raging for his soul?