This week I’m on vacation and spending a lot of time on airplanes, so I caught up on a ton of comics. Specifically: issues I’ve been wanting to read, review copies I was supposed to read, and series I should have been reading if I want to know what the heck is going on in
Only five more days until the Hugo Award ceremony, time for one more nominee review! Writer Brian K. Vaughan and artist Fiona Staples are still telling the story of an average family (average here meaning uniquely dysfunctional and totally alien, just like every family in existence) in the middle of a galactic war, and the
All three Transformers books this week are sloooowly drawing together; you can start to see how everything’s going to fall in place in the next few issues. See below for reviews of Optimus Prime #22, Unicron #3, and Lost Light #22.
The second volume of Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda’s ongoing series Monstress is up for a Hugo Award this year for best graphic story, just like volume 1 was up for a Hugo last year, and volume 3 (due out this September) will probably be up for a Hugo next year. This series is just that good. Volume 2 neatly contains
Whew, made it! All entries in the first four categories of the 2018 Hugo nominees read and reviewed before the award ceremony on August 19. Short stories, novelettes, novellas, and novels, including the novel Provenance by Ann Leckie. And in a list of stories that include murder mysteries, con artist capers, incomprehensible alien etiquette, races
It feels weird to take a break from the San Diego Comic-Con coverage to review some comic books, but since we’re down to the last handful of issues of IDW’s Transformers, I’ve got a limited window for gushing over artists and yelling at writers who break my heart. (Or writers who confuse me. Which is
“The saying goes, ‘The black tides of heaven direct the courses of human lives.’ To which a wise teacher said, ‘But as with all waters, one can swim against the tide.’” We start with the the head abbot of the Grand Monastery, climbing the eight hundred steps to the Great High Palace of the Protectorate.
The crew of the generation spaceship Dormire wakes up in the middle of a zero-gee slaughter. Floating droplets of blood are everywhere, bodies are hanging in mid air roughly wherever they were stabbed, or poisoned, or strangled. The victims are…the crew. The ship is run entirely by clones, who have no memory of the last twenty-six years. Mur Lafferty’s
So, the story. With no spoilers at all. Hm. I liked it? The end. Kidding.