In the mythology of ancient Greece, there once was a golden age of heroes. It was a glorious time ruled by men in magnificent bronze armor, men of great skill and courage. Where the battle was at its hottest, where blades fell and men bled, they were there. When all seemed lost against an unbeatable host, they were there — to inspire, to vanquish evil in all its dreadful incarnations.
The Gods had great use for the heroes of men, tapping them three times to live, to serve, to battle for everlasting glory. At the end of it all, they could rest in peace and dwell forever in the fields of Elysium.
The ages pass. The gods of Greek mythology no longer represent man’s understanding of the Higher Power. But evil persists, and there is still a need for heroes.
It is a time in the not too distant future. The United States of America no longer exists. Its democracy — a noble experiment once — has failed. The territory that formerly constituted the United States has been absorbed into one of the handful of global trading blocs which now battle for control of the worldwide economy.
A bomb explodes, ripping through a major trade conference. Holly Anderson is left alone to wonder if her husband has survived the bombing. Unlike many others, Holly is one of the lucky ones. Her husband has been injured but recovers. Still, he is a changed man, guarded, secretive, and tortured by nightmares. He does things now Holly has never seen before. There is a newfound tenderness though, which draws wife back to husband. In truth, Holly wonders sometimes if the man she got back from the bombing is really her husband at all — and in truth, sometimes she just doesn’t care.
Will Holly learn the secret her husband keeps, and can they both survive this most modern struggle between good and evil?