Primogenitor is a strange novel. Rather, it is a novel that evokes strange sympathies in me when we consider its focus. It is a novel that is, for want of a better word, aspirational- and also sumptuously organically beautiful. Reynolds has taken one of the most despicable and twisted characters in the setting and he has made him genuinely, compellingly, likeable.
This is Bile at his most languid, his most erudite, his most...Charming and urbane, I suppose. A cultured being who remembers and reflects long after others have forgotten. The novel succeeds, much as the Ahriman and Abaddon books have succeeded, by peeling back the layers of legend- both in universe and in terms of the setting- and getting to the meat of the men beneath. In this case, Fabius comes across as one of the only sane men in Eyespace, while remaining utterly mad. His aspirations to improve upon humanity and remake it strong enough to survive the epochs of blood to come are grotesque, but relatable.
Directly contrasted with the continued rise of the Black Legion, Primogenitor has Fabius hard at his work- having made countless enemies in his time amidst the Eye. Canticle City is behind them, and the Third are broken in ways that even Skalathrax never managed. Fabius is content to plan and plot and tinker, all in service of his great work. A work that, in many ways, apes the work of the Emperor himself. A stronger and better humanity. He has already made some progress towards that end. What we see in this novel are far beyond the New Men of the rulesets; instead we meet the Gland-Hounds.
The Hounds are post-human. Not quite Astartes, but made from a lesser sort of gene-seed, the Hounds are remourseless hunter-killers who are literally built to take down Space Marines. At the head of this almost Sabbat-like Pack, is Igori. Mother of the future, one of Bile's greatest successes, she has a relentless energy and drive. Brutal in combat and willing to learn from the man she calls Benefactor, she is also doted on by Bile with almost paternal affection.
The rest of the surrounding cast is equally compelling. Oleander Koh, former apprentice to Fabius, is the one who sets the plot rolling with a plot and ambition of his own. Saqqara, a Word Bearer forced to serve Bile against his will (by incredibly pervasive coercion) is a trickle of dark zealotry, sarcasm and subtle gallows humour. Tzimiskes Flay is a stoically silent Iron Warrior who tends metal as easily (if not more so) as he does flesh. Arrian is a World Eater with depths, a consummate warrior who is also careful, considered and content with his place in things. Reynolds crafts a wonderful brotherhood of monsters, all of whom are conversational. This is perhaps the most well-spoken and interesting fraternity of Space Marines we've yet seen in these books. It is an absolute joy to read.
As the plot gallops along and introduces friends and foes- both domestic and alien- we are led into a rivetting look at predestination and fate; the how and why and where of a character's existence and life. Bile, for his part, disdains such notions. It is so refreshing to see a willful atheist in the face of the setting's malignant godheads. This is a man in whom so many of the ideals of the Great Crusade live- spiteful, shrunken and curdled, yes but alive! Bile is a parasite, struggling to live- a monster, yearning to survive and to work- but at the same time he is so much more than so many of the broken monsters who haunt the Eye.
Neatly placing the novel in M34 is the apex of the tale; a siege of the Craftworld of Lugganath. The Shattering. A tidbit from both Chaos and Eldar codexes alike, this event fits with the narrative and helps to give it a martial core. While Fabius is more often than not above outright violence, his fellows and allies are adept at their work. The warfare soars and sings, quite literally.
This is a masterful story, presented in a stunning Limited Edition. The cover is exquisite, a joy to behold and to touch. It is one of the most beautiful things that Black Library has yet produced and shows a willingness to experiment with the presentation in new and interesting ways. The exclusive short, The Howling Ship, ties minorly into the plot of the novel and is worth it simply to see more of Fabius in action; his every word and pronouncement a minor joy.
I would highly recommend this to any fans of Chaos, the character and the setting. As the jumping off piece for a series, it is a wonder. As a standalone story in its own right? It is a rare joy; a 40k narrative that trumps expectations, embraces truly inspired world-building, and plants us firmly in the unenviable position of rooting for and enjoying an absolute monster.