The Wright Kind of Imagination

John C. Wright seems sometimes to have been specially designed by God to end up a Catholic geek:

"Learn to fear the Iron Crosier of Benedict XVI, ye heathens! Quail in terror, lest ye be impaled on our pointy hats, or forced to behold the voluminous rose-pink cassocks our priest wear only on Gaudete Sunday!! Yessss, precioussss! Our army of deadly Jesuit-trained Eucharist-intoxicated cyborg-assassins have already been loaded into the launch tubes! As soon a[s] any military on Earth develops cyborgs, we'll have assassins ready to assassinate them! Our rosary-garottes have been sharpened and blessed! Yesssss! And the secret wealth of the Templars that bulge in the catacombs below Rome are ours to command! As is the occult knowledge hidden in the Vatican libraries (including the only unredacted version of the hellish Leiber Eibon: for Azedarac the Bishop of Ximes owned a copy written in the original Hyperborean script. It has dragon's-blood illuminations and drawings, and is bound in aboriginal, sub-human skin!) Sure, sure, the American Government has the Ark of the Covenant hidden in a warehouse somewhere, but they have probably misfiled the index, and will not be able to find it in time. And Japan has the Science Police Defense Force, but those losers cannot even defeat the giant monsters appearing from outerspace or from beneath the sea every Saturday! What chance do you have against the might of the Roman Empire? Of course, we cannot actually get enough men to join the priesthood, so we don't have anyone actually on Island X at the moment to throw the switch and start the launch. But the Knights Hospitaller still exist! The very same! The Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of St. John of Jerusalem of Rhodes and of Malta! True, they no longer occupy Jerusalem, Rhodes, or Malta, and no longer maintain an active military force, but THEY HAVE A WEBSITE! http://theknightshospitallers.org/ Ha! hoo HA! The Knights of Malta!"

His books are similarly cool, though they are firmly planted in the metaphysics and imagination of his former atheism. Do not, however, let that stand in your way if you enjoy Olympian gods, grandiose technological schemes, and amazing verbosity by the yard, all in the finest tradition of Space Princess Space Operas of suitably eschatonic magnitude. Tis glory all the way.