Derivative of many recent potboilers blending secret societies and sacred relics, this
offers guilty-pleasure escapism. With short, pacy chapters, this brick-thick doorstop of a paranormal-conspiracy yarn should entertain genre fans, even when characters and dialogue might have ol' Sax Rohmer going "awww come on!" Dr. Cait Monahan, well-aerobicized Connecticut physician, is stunned when swarthy foreign assassins invade her quiet life and kill her math-teacher husband Jack and in-laws. It turns out Jack and she are hereditary (or reincarnated) "Caretakers" of a powerful sacred relic, the Sword of Longinus, the Roman spear that, in the New Testament account of the Passion, pierced Jesus Christ on the cross (the whole "Da Vinci Code"/Gnostic cosmology surfaces here; that and the f-words and the pan-mystic ecumenism make the book's niche on the mainstream Christian-fiction shelf problematical). While her well-connected lawyer sister mounts a private investigation with some cops and cyber-hackers and a psychic, Cait and her precocious 9-year-old daughter Lark are taken in by a noble secret society traceable to the Knights Templar. Other forces - ranging from CIA/FBI to a Vatican secret society - race/menace/chase poor Cait all over Europe to find the Spear, clues to which may or may not reside in Lark's Labyrinth, an computer role-playing fantasy game programmed by the late Jack for his daughter (though very little of the narrative takes place in the virtual-reality digital realm, which seems a wise move). Uber-villains are a 90-year-old Nazi warlock and his torture-fixated Aryan super-son, and their OWN World-Domination secret society, the ones who arranged 9/11. And if you think that's over the top, wait for the gun-toting Irish warrior-nun who quotes "Star Wars." At least nobody makes a pun on "Raiders of the Lost Lark," though readers (or their secret societies) might be tempted. Still, just when you think things will get face-meltingly apocalyptic, author Spellman reins things in, for a denouement that's more muted and thoughtful than one might expect from such material; Dan Brown take note.