Maybe I would've liked this comic more if it didn't read like a set up for the next collection. The premise is that every 90 years 12 gods (who exactly seems to be somewhat random) are awaken in the body of teenagers and they have all sorts of cool magical powers until they die two years later. I suppose it is supposed to be a metaphor for the live fast, die young / fleeting nature of Hollywood fame, but it's not. Instead you have a collection of very uninteresting characters with one or two humans you are supposed to relate to, and a murder mystery that no one is actually trying to solve. I didn't actually care about anything until the very end and now I just don't care enough to keep reading.