From best-selling author Terry Lovelace, Esq, Devils Den: The Reckoning begins with candid memories from a lifetime of experiences with ETs. He recalls early childhood abductions and his interactions with a hybrid entity he called "Sue". The Reckoning is all new facts and content never before shared with the public. It tells the true story of the sad decline and mysterious death of Tobias. It includes a chapter that had been excluded from Incident at Devils Den that tells the poignant story of Terry’s cousin Gerald who endured his own childhood ET visitations and an eventual tragic outcome. Also, the true tale of Terry and his friend Ernest, who at eight years of age "borrowed" dad's handgun in an ill-conceived plan to shoot dead the ETs that terrified him in his room at night. Plus, recent revelations from Betty are disclosed and the December 8 "disclosure" from a retired Israeli general and academic, Haim Eshed, is discussed.

The Reckoning gives details and anecdotal evidence of an abduction from Terry's Dallas home on April 16, 2019, at 5:55 a.m.

The Reckoning shares 30 short narratives presented as numbered "cases" one through 30. These are stories distilled from 1,400+ emails submitted by readers of Incident at Devils Den in the US, South Africa, and Australia. Each narrative shares a unique and poignant telling of the reader's own encounter with the unknown. There are tales of screen memories and missing time, a stolen fetus, UFO sightings, mind control, and alien abductions. Each story is told in the experiencer's words and vetted for veracity. Most are a compilation of many emails and telephone calls to establish the contributor's credibility. 

This is a collection of the best of the best from 1,400 stories shared by readers of Incident at Devils Den. Below is a brief synopsis of the introduction to case number one, "The Christmas Store", shared by a widowed retiree who goes by "Olivia".

Dear Mr. Lovelace, 

My late husband Paul and I had an experience in March of 1968. I've never shared this story with anyone other than my sister and Paul's parents. I was a housewife, and Paul was a nephrologist (a kidney doctor) who worked in private practice. We had friends in Reno, Nevada, and about every month, we'd make the drive from Vegas to Reno to share a weekend with friends. We always stopped in a little town called Tonopah about halfway to Reno. We'd stretch a bit, get fuel and have dinner. It was called "The Stagecoach". I believe it's still there. On this night we were three hours later than usual because Paul had been tied up at the hospital. After dinner and fuel we got back on the road at about 9:00 p.m. and headed for Reno. 

About 10 miles out of town we were surprised to see a new store. It was a Christmas store. I had never before seen a store solely devoted to the holiday. The store appeared to be open as there was brilliant white light pouring out of the windows. The whole structure was draped in Christmas tree lights in assorted colors, some blinking and others not. I asked Paul to pull over. We were both mesmerized. He pulled onto the shoulder directly in front of the store. It sat back from the road a ways and the lights were incredible. It was odd. There was no parking lot! It was just sand and sagebrush. We saw no other cars, but someone was inside because we could see motion and movement through the windows. Paul noted there was no driveway for an entrance. I remarked, "Who would build a store without an egress or a parking lot?" We sat on the shoulder of the highway in front of the store for some minutes until Paul said, "This is a waste of time," and he pulled back.