Theology was never like this before. 'Tell your bosses they have nothing to fear from me, ' Nimrod said abruptly. 'We're in the same business.' 'Er, what?' Ori was nonplussed. 'Gods-bothering. The priests and I. Only, ' he grinned mischievously, 'I'm better at it. I'm really going to bother those gods. Better than they've ever been bothered in their miserable lives.' Nimrod looked eerily triumphant. In the beginning was The Penthouse. But The Penthouse was boring. Nothing but singing and dancing angels. And eyes. Lots of eyes. Ori, who only had two, plus a pair of wings, decided to jump into the celestial Paternoster and see what was out there. Ori saw plenty. Follow Ori's journey through ancient Mesopotamia. Marvel at the five-legged lamassu. Catch up on all the latest gossip about Nimrod. Meet the cats of Halab. Groan at the oldest jokes on record. And help Ori answer the burning question, 'What are gods good for, anyway?'