What an interesting premise rushed so quickly from its onset and then quickly dribbled into slop. Because of its 60 issues of slop, I avoided this book like the plague and I remember even hating the beautiful painted covers so vehemently because I hated what the book had morphed into.
This visceral passionate hate may be the reason I ended up being so enamored with this series when I finally decided to check it out 2 or so years after it’s publication. When Mr. Ellis is on, he sure is on. When’s off, well, he’s off (his rocker, usually. I mean literally, Cigar smoking fetuses with rail guns kind of thing.)