Primordial

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 air out of the tires 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.What’s a young thug to do after he kills an Albuquerque gangster and finds himself sucked into the supernatural realm of the Patriciate, an agonistic civilization of energy-draining vampires? Reload, and move to the big city. Primordial’s bloodstained pages follow Johnny Bates to New York where he gains control over the Flow, the metaphysical force sustaining the world, and head-butts his way into Patriciate culture. New in town, Johnny falls for a Patriciate druid girl named Nikki, but they are torn apart when Johnny is set up for betrayal by Rake and Marcus, two rogue sociopathic assassins. But before Johnny can make things right with Nikki, ancient Primordial forces, stronger and even more deadly than the Patriciate, rise from the earth itself to keep them apart.