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.About the Author: David Shawn...not his real name...is a burden to society and a drain on the economy, basically just a shiftless layabout who likes to make stuff up and put it in the magic craptop before the cannabis haze grows too thick to see the screen. He used to have a job...seriously...as a projectionist, but the digital age killed his dream of splicing Monty Python sequences into Twilight and Tyler Perry movies...greatly improving them.