If you were the overwhelmingly handsome Allan Wright, money could make your grandest, wildest dreams of worldly possessions, of social prestige, of sexual pleasure, and lastly, of having an entire congregation centering around you, come true.

If you were Wright's eager followers, money could draw more attention to your discouraging voices against a world that has lost its order with its explosion of minorities, gays, mixed marriages, as well as an array of other injustices.

If you were the Honorable Judge Peter Nolan, money could put the world's greatest artifacts, the now illustrious Allan Wright, and even members of the world's most elite group, the FBI, into your grateful hands--making you nearly untouchable.

However, if you were the immense, well-muscled Jack Parish, tipping the scales at three hundred and fifty pounds, an insane militiaman seething with racial hatred, and a devout follower of Allan Wright, money would be valueless. Preparing for a New World, setting things right, rising to the heavens--these would be things which held priority. And no police division in the city, in the state, in the world no demons in or out of Hell would stop you from your mission.

One of the most chilling, thought-provoking thrillers you'll ever read--one that will stay with you for years.