This book surprised me. I have read and enjoyed many of Clive Barker's other works, but this one is of a very different stripe. The thread, travelling within a tale woven (or indeed, is it?) by a writer who in perpetuity, observes a river that flows backwards and forwards in time. The interconnection of violence, of violent acts begetting other violence, other violent acts, passed forward and backward, consequences seemingly unstoppable. I won't spoil anything with specifics here, but the multiple characters journeys here (created by the writer, or merely observed?) encompass tragedy, loss, and the quest for retribution. Or is it redemption? The Chiliad is the thousand year period when Christ will return to create His theocracy on the terrestrial plane of the earth. The irrationality of violence begets the revelation of the need for redemption, for the blind irrationality can often misplace guilt, or be visited upon others that are not guilty of the atrocity the retribution is meant to answer. The one that delivers the blow can in the end, turn out to be not so different from the one upon whom it is struck. This is thought provoking reading, in the most evocative sense. A river well and truly worth diving into.