Primordial is not your little sister's vampire book. Though it would be, if you snapped it inside out like an old Metallica t-shirt, used it to mop up a puddle of bong water, and then wrapped it around the barrel of your .9 millimeter to suppress the muzzle flash as you shoot the tires out of your neighbor's double-wide. No handsome, agonized, Victorian psycho-sexual dysfunction here, just lots of gun battles, harsh language, and breathless action. Primordial is pure intelligent pulp, determined to make you groan in sympathetic delight at the damage inflicted within its pages.

Zeus is coming. Ares has already risen, turning lower Manhattan into a blood-soaked nightmare...reclaiming domination over the "cattle humans" the Pantheon left behind ages before. But Johnny Bates is no undomesticated cow. Like each member of Zeus' Pantheon, Johnny is Primordial and near indomitable. But someone or something has highjacked Johnny's Flow and waits enigmatically in the disembodied ether around Johnny's nexus, something monstrous and Cthulian. Something... ...Titanic.