Debra Johnson was born in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma on July 20th, 1976.
Ever since the long ago angsty days of horrible high school poetry and prose, Debra has dreamed of becoming a published author.
She found out that dreams do not have the power alone to achieve goals, that ideas in your head are simply ideas in your head, and no one is going to come along and ask you about your ideas. They're going to ask you about the work you've already done, the books you've already written. They'll want the proof that you believe in your dream, that you believe in yourself.
It wasn't until Debra moved to Grand Prairie, TX, did she start to remember her dreams. Finally, at the age of 36 she challenged herself to write a complete book, never actually believing she could finish it.
Five months later, and the first draft was complete.
During the publishing process, she was excited and knew she would probably cry once everything was done. No one warned her she might throw-up. Also, it was not just simplistic tears of picturesque joy. It was ugly, puffy faced, red-eyed crying with snot. Lots of snot. It was gross.
Warning: Achieving your dreams can sometimes be messy.
All that aside, Debra has thoroughly enjoyed writing The Phoenix Curse saga, and is thrilled that you want to join in on this journey.
One final thought to all. If you have a dream, believe in yourself. To accomplish one of your life goals is an indescribable feeling that no one should be denied.
Traumatized by their tragic loss, Ali and Joss fall at the feet of what is left of the U.S. Military. They discover a remnant of the old world as humanity struggles to hang on.
Can Ali find her place in Dreamland or will she be drawn back to her nomad life across the shattered world? Will Joss still want to follow?
Will it even matter if Dreamland doesn't let them go?
Free of the hotel, the small company searches for shelter. Is Las Vegas a safe harbor or a deadly maze for their new companion?
Joss faces a test of his strength, and Ali battles her weaknesses while they fight to keep Stephanie alive.
And the horrors of Boulder City refuse to let them go…
NaNoWriMo 2012 book. Last updated
The world is no longer safe, no longer thriving. It has been inherited by the diseased.
The red mist spread, and humanity was infected. There was no stopping the curse once it started, and the world's population was reduced to mindless beasts. Creatures that hungered and raged for the taste of pure, uninfected flesh.
Few of those remain.
Ali is not one of them.