Well, it's here. The worst thriller I have ever read. The religious issues and condemnation of organized religion I have no problem with. In fact, that was interesting for a while. But it went on and on. And I absolutely hated little Jeza! People here have discussed the awful writing better than I ever could. At first I thought that was done on purpose but nooo. And I ended up cheering for the Church. If only someone had the sense to shoot Jeza at the start I would have been spared 400 odd pages of the boring shrew's philosophy. When the inevitable finally happened and everybody was redeemed I felt like I had put myself through hell for nothing. Please, grant it's another 2000 years until Jeza returns (and until G. Kleier attempts to write another lousy book!)