Review by Nick Garret: The lurid green ice cavern of Sermon chills the heart. Again utilising the imagery of sci fi pulps mixed with a perversion of the standard religious architecture - both real and imagined - of the distant past, Jones conjures the supposedly awe-inspiring yet sickly chilled mental atmosphere of a sermon. The cold, green, hypocritical hearts of the misanthropically pious. Review by Natalie Bookham: A luminous paternal figure embraces those bathing in and reflecting his gentle glow. A compassionate protective figure, shielding and nurturing his children.