Robin’s Review of The Prophet of Lost Souls

The Prophet of Lost Souls

A gripping corporate thriller about ambition, betrayal, and the search for authentic faith.
Ralph Norton, the brilliant CFO behind FASTRAK’s meteoric rise, has created a world-changing innovation: The Word of God App, a revolutionary tool bringing scripture into the digital age. It’s an instant sensation. But with success comes envy—and Ralph’s ruthless CEO has a plan to seize the glory for himself. Then Ralph vanishes.

Robin’s Review

What Did I Just Walk Into?

Imagine if Succession, Black Mirror, and a Sunday sermon collided in a boardroom, and then someone set the Bibles on fire for dramatic effect. That’s The Prophet of Lost Souls. Andy Slade drops us into the shiny, soulless world of FASTRAK—a Christian tech empire run by a CEO who makes televangelists look humble. Their golden boy CFO, Ralph Norton, builds an AI that literally lets people “talk to God,” and the result is every theologian’s nightmare and every investor’s wet dream.

Then Ralph disappears.

Cue the conspiracy, the corruption, and one man’s spiritual breakdown in the gutters of Houston.

Here’s What Slapped:

The concept is bonkers in the best way—AI meets faith meets capitalism. It’s bold, thought-provoking, and slightly blasphemous (which, let’s be honest, makes it better).

Slade’s prose is razor-sharp and cinematic. The boardroom scenes hum with tension, and the moral decay practically drips off the page.

Ralph is tragic and fascinating—a prophet by accident, a man haunted by his own creation.

The satire lands hard. This book isn’t subtle, and thank God (or the algorithm) for that.

What Could’ve Been Better:

The pacing takes its sweet time early on, like the author wanted us to marinate in corporate despair. Fifty pages less, and it would hit like a revelation instead of a sermon.

The villain, P.T. Mayo, is cartoonishly awful—think “Wall Street Satan,” but I still wanted one redeeming tic or quirk.

Perfect for Readers Who Love:

Morally gray corporate thrillers

Tech-noir with religious spice

Stories that whisper, “We are all false prophets, baby.”

Long, uncomfortably honest looks at faith, greed, and guilt

Final Judgment:

This isn’t your grandma’s Christian fiction. It’s a scathing, intelligent, and strangely spiritual corporate fever dream that asks what happens when we start outsourcing God to an app. Slade doesn’t preach—he provokes—and the result is a wild, unsettling ride through redemption, ruin, and the price of salvation in a capitalist world.

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