I just wish I did a better job of it. This snotty comeback to God, somewhere in the Old Testament, runs down the centuries to nullify human relationships from start to finish. You will not find in this story of a small group of friends any honoring of that trite adage. Here are characters cajoling, interfering, philosophizing, yapping like a bunch of Russians on a train in a novel by Dostoyevsky. They are strong just when you expect them to be weak, or suddenly freak out when you expect them to be rocks of stability.
Few authors writing today can command that depth of emotional commitment from the reader.
It is all done with dialogue and a bit of interior monologue, and some dreams, and some action. It is set in the near future. This novel, on the contrary, is plainly a story of love and marriage and friendship and conversion. Supernatural forces weave in and out, as they must do in real stories of the faith. Its heroism and its tragedy are on the small side of things.