I figure I'm gonna be in the minority here, but I found the story so overblown, heavy-handed, over-written and unfocussed that I just couldn't wait until the damn thing ended. Between the whole Prophet, Lamb, religious order, rebel uprisings, alternate dimension, rebirths, existential identity crisis (and so on...) business, the whole narrative is crushed under the kitchen sink approach to story-telling, where every detail has to be explained, and then turned on its head. Ultimately I was left wondering if anything of substance was actually said underneath all the endless exposition and chatter. Was there a point to it all?
The real blight against the story, though, is the cowardly conclusion of Daisy Fitzroy and the Vox Populi's story arc. Too much of a risk to portray a black slave-lead grassroots resistance movement as the 'good' to the racist, nationalist fundamentalist religious leader's 'evil'? Seems that Levine thought it better to play it safe, sit on the fence, and go the old 'they're just as bad' route. Total copout.
So, ultimately no-one stood for anything, everyone's fucked anyway, and so who cares? Levine seems not to have. And I didn't.
Which is a big shame.