Featuring
Robert Kirkman & Charlie Adlard’s Walking Dead: Here’s Negan! story which was never published in the regular Walking Dead comic series! OMG it is brand-new to you! Also, Nilah Magruder, Alexis Deacon. William Gibson, Butch Guice Katriona Chapman, Mike Medaglia, John Klassen, Konstantin Steshenko. I do hope my spelling’s been up to all that!
M.F.K. h/c (£16-99, Insight Comics) by Nilah Magruder.
Out in
the vast, open desert a storm is brewing: a storm of sand, and a storm of confrontation and conflict.
Hopelessly through one and haplessly into the other staggers young, wounded Abbie with her beautiful feathered steed, a giant, speckle-breasted moa.
Exhausted, the moa doesn’t make it, but thanks to the determined and instinctive intervention of Jaime and his grandfather, Iman, Abbie is carefully carried back to the sheltered safety of their family house in their remote town, all alone in the desiccating dunes. As they do so, a blue-and-black-furred jackal-like rakuna watches carefully, cautiously, yet knowingly.
“They’re the servants of Raku,” explains Jaime’s Aunt Nifrain, “Deva of long journeys. And difficult times.”
She’s seen a rakuna once before, many years ago, and she will see another shortly.
Abbie’s journey has already been long and she has far further to go in these difficult times, for she seeks to carry her dead mother’s ashes in a fragile urn up to the mountain range called the Potter’s Spine, there to scatter them and mourn in private.
For the moment, however, haunted by dreams of her dearly departed, she must take time to recuperate in the company of Jaime, Iman and Nefrain.
There’ll be no peace and quiet, but recover she will, for Auntie Nifrain is a doctor with a fiery temper and a very sharp knife, determined that her patients will be healed whether they like it or not! Nurse Nefrain will not brook a bad patient, and even fiercely independent Abbie will have to do as she’s told – for now…
Nor is the wider town life any less loud, for it is constantly beset by roaming, opportunistic Parasai demanding tributes from the poor population. These Parasai look like anyone else, but have tremendous strength and psychokinetic powers which they once used to aid those in need but now take from them instead. One comes off like an anti-Desperate-Dan, even juggling a cow for good measure. But basically they have sunk to the low level of bullies and the town’s mayor does nothing but appease.
“We’re a humble people here. We know our place in the world, and we have no trouble with paying what’s due to those who are better.”
Such low self-esteem!
“All we ask is to live our lives in peace.”
He adds, later, “Treasures can be remade. Lives cannot. You’d do well to teach your grandson, Iman.”
The trouble is that they cannot and are not living their lives in peace while these public raids continue.
But what, do you think, has any of this to do with Abbie?
More all-ages excellence which will thrill, chill and get you right riled up, but which will also take you in unexpected directions and make you laugh as it does so. There is some exquisite, slapstick visual comedy, a running gag about badly made pigeon soup and one page that had me howling with its pitch-perfect timing involving an unattended window, four steaming-hot potato buns and an unfortunate cat.
I so do wish I could find that and perhaps I will before we go to publication but in case we can’t it’ll give you something to really look forward to!
Here you go! – Stephen
The same thing goes for an air-punching moment of cactus catharsis, but I’m saying nothing.
Nilah Magruder isn’t afraid to mix up the art with a plethora of clever comedic devices, one utilising both form and colour for a frozen, statuesque moment of mortified horror during an accident accentuated with the beauty which precedes it in the form of an intricate, delicately blown, marigold-coloured glass figurine. Again, though: there will be surprises!
On a more serious note, this album-sized graphic novel also deals sensitively with subjects like loss, loneliness, isolation and independence, along with family matters, and does so partly with ever so expressive eyes.
Abbie, for example, isn’t the only individual left without parents. Jaime’s mother had an incurable, innate wanderlust, so she left him when young to be looked after by her father and sister Nifrain. They’ve never considered Jaime a burden, but that doesn’t mean that Jaime has thought the same way.
I don’t know either way, but I do wonder if the jackal-like rakuna draws on the same mythology as the apparition in Leila Del Duca & Kit Seaton’s AFAR? Either way, I would watch out for that as you watch out for each other – a concept very much at the heart of this journey.
I don’t think that it’s over.
What a tremendously bright, profoundly moving and highly intriguing punchline!
SLH
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Geis Book 2: A Game Without Rules (£15-99, Nobrow) by Alexis Deacon.
“This is magic.
“This is life.
“It is the will that shapes the world.”
Remember this also:
“There can be no magic without life.
“To make magic, life must be given or it must be taken.
“Student of magic, your first question is this:
“How much will you take?
“How much will you give?”
For something so dark, there is so much bright light and the most radiant of colours to match!
Also life-lessons we would all do so well to learn: give what you can and take only your time. Consider this: what if they were me?
Diabolically ingenious and so cleverly constructed, every element here dovetails precisely, be it the multiple, intense, concurrent action sequences of both fight and flight or the games and the geis itself, all of which most assuredly have rules if only our remaining competitors could perceive then strive to understand them. You, the reader, will have to work out what they are too, so I will merely allude!
What are those who have reached the supposed sanctuary of the castle competing for? The kingdom itself. What is at stake? Their very lives.
Unfortunately they don’t know that. Only young Lady Io and the duplicitous Nemas have discovered this, and they have been cursed into silence.
“Why don’t you just kill us now and have done with it?”
“I cannot. The Geis binds us all alike. You are bound to be tried and I am bound to test you. This bond cannot be broken.”
This is true. The sorceress Niope may not interfere directly. But what if those tests were to include individual temptation?
In GEIS BOOK 1: A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH we saw the greedy and the opportunistic as well as those who thought they could bring justice all sign themselves up to compete for the kingdom after their matriarch passed away. But from her corpse materialised the sorceress Niope, old and haggard and blue, who issued their first challenge: to reach the castle before sunrise. Some gave up and went home; they did not live long to regret it.
Lady Io never signed up but found herself embroiled all the same. She assumed that her wealthy parents entered her. They hadn’t. In her efforts to save others she has been burned by the life-giving sun, then poisoned by Nemas. Still she saved his life, but in doing so she may well have condemned everyone else to death.
GEIS BOOK 1 was so phenomenal that we made it Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month and has sold in droves to adults and Young Adults alike, but Book 2 is on another level entirely, forty pages longer, even more beautiful, and far more complex as the stakes and so struggles are ramped up dramatically in direct confrontations.
We begin with a telling prologue from Nemas’s youth in which his identical twin Caliphas invented an innocent, imaginary game to play, along with its goals, its rules and its risks. Their elder brother Toras bullied his way in, threatening to beat Nemas to death with brute strength. Now Toras is a general, Caliphas an architect and Nemas has a chip on his shoulder the size of a wooden stake.
Also key in this second of three instalments are Nelson the doctor, little Artur the bookkeeper who’s lost his spectacles, their friend the wizard Eloise who has a third eye and so vision, and good-hearted but blundering Count Julius who doesn’t stand a chance on his own.
Then there’s cunning advocate Malmo and his bitter old tutor Tomas who turn the law into a game of recrimination in order to settle old scores. As to Law itself, it’s a loquacious albino raven which was once rescued from its stronger sibling’s attempts to push it out of their nest by The Judge who as a girl learned a prime lesson there and then:
“Law… It must be built upon a single question. It must ask, what if it was me?
“What if I was weak? What if I was strong?
“What if I were the one? What if I were the other.”
She adds:
“The law is no game.
“The law is all that stands between us…
“And the dominion of monsters.”
Are you intrigued? It is time for the second challenge to begin!
“I divide you into two.
“Play the game until one side alone remains.”
Niope dips her now far healthier hand to the throne-room floor and in a flash the castle is cleaved clean in two: one side is white, one side is black.
The contestants / combatants are also cleaved in two, thrown flat on their backs from the monochromatic chasm, their colourful clothing instantly bleached or blackened. Unlike upon a chessboard, however, her black pieces lie on white ground, her white ones on black. Nothing I type here is random.
“Keep to the rules at all times or you will be removed from the contest.”
“What are the rules?”
“What rules?”
“You haven’t told us what they are!”
And she won’t.
“I give each of you two gifts. Do with them what you will.”
Each receives a large coin which they then choose to wear as medallions (engraved on one is “Take”; on the other side “Give”) and a staff or perhaps stick according to colour: chalk for white, charcoal for black. Beneath their very feet they find ancient writing which the learned Judge alone can translate:
“As it is written, so shall it be.”
Now, what do you think that implies? They’ll have to figure it out for themselves.
The sequential-art storytelling is exceptional, not least because Deacon refuses to hold your hot, sticky hands with explicatory words, but instead successfully supplies you and the contestants with all the clues you will need within the art or they in their environs. I cannot begin to tell you how much respect such narrative confidence commands in me. The instant effect of what is hidden within one panel is essential for what follows but it resolutely remains un-signposted so, in the spirit of which, somewhere within this review, I have supplied a page of interior art without comment just as Deacon does. Boy, is it ever so clever!
While we are reaching for superlatives, several sequences struck me as modern manifestations of LITTLE NEMO’s Winsor McCay, not least the page I refer to above but also its equally magical tip-toe through the proverbial, bell-ringing tulips. Or in this case, giant mushrooms.
“Whatever you do, stay in the contest!” screams Lady Io, and I am in awe of her altruism.
As to the central challenge, our bewildered, embattled ones must each make their own up games and write their own rules. Those rules will require quick wit and attention to detail: the very letter of the law, you might say.
The pen may prove mightier than the sword; although sometimes the former can also be utilised as the latter.
It’s all very black and white, with one side fighting the other. Or is it? Please read this review once again.
SLH
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One Year Wiser: An Illustrated Guide To Mindfulness (£12-99, SelfMadeHero) by Mike Medaglia…
“Love is everything.
“It really is.
“Such an abstract concept. Super hard to define in words. But the fact of its existence is undeniable.
“Love is safety.
“Love is purpose.
“Love is learning who we are as individuals through the way we love others.
“Love is our greatest antidote to hate.”
Very true. From a Buddhist perspective love really is absolutely everything. Even hate, which at its root is, in fact, merely a twisted, malformed version of love. You find many such pearls of wisdom in this latest treatise from Mike ‘Now Several Years Wiser thanks to ONE YEAR WISER 365 ILLUSTRATED MEDITATIONS / ONE YEAR WISER A GRATITUDE JOURNAL / ONE YEAR WISER 2018 ART CALENDAR Medaglia. Not the least of which is that the simple practise of mindfulness will get you on that path to acquiring your own moments, days, months and indeed years of wisdom.
All of which will be very hard won, but very worthwhile. The rewards, though, of seeing one’s own true nature and being able to achieve a degree of tranquillity and equanimity are truly joyful and self-nourishing. For whilst the practice may indeed be simple, it is the continuing work of a lifetime. But start with a mere moment or two and you’ll soon be very glad you began your own personal empowering promenade, believe me.
Here, over a series of four sections titled as the seasons of the year, Mike talks us through twenty-four varied topics such as the all important Mindfulness, and Meditation, but also diverse jewels like Smiling, Anxiety, The Ego and Impermanence. I note, purely for my own amusement, that the first time Mike sprang fully formed to our attention, was with his superlative SEASONS, featuring four vignettes ruminating not only meteorologically, but metaphorically on the passing of time. I didn’t know at the time he was a fellow Zen practitioner, but it didn’t come as any surprise when I found out.
All the twenty-four chapters in this work are powerfully affecting, in subtly different ways, both in their words and accompanying artwork. I should probably add at this point, that this is a work which can neither be pigeonholed under the description illustrated prose or comics. For it is emphatically a wonderful synthesis hybrid of both! I also totally approve of Mike’s use of his own talking head as occasional narrator, often with a personal salient observation on his own practice, or indeed simply himself! It helps remind the reader that this is indeed not just an academic text, but a very practical handbook.
And it’s not just a primer for beginners, either. There’s a conceit within Zen that is often referred as the layers of the onion. You can think you have attained all the wisdom you might possibly do so about a certain point or topic, but then something in your currently held paradigm will shift and you realise that there is indeed yet another layer to said vegetable and deeper understanding to be found. Thus reading works such as this can be just as enlightening to long term practitioners as novitiates approaching the subject for the very first time with trepidation.
For a subject as ineffable and as ungraspable as mindfulness Mike’s is an ideal approach for revealing and refreshing the knowledge of the universal truths we manage to so successfully obscure from ourselves on a daily basis. We do already know deep down that love is everything, and many other such powerful, profound truths that could aid us in any moment were we to able to keep them to mind. We just need to sit still long enough for our minds to calm down and our natural innate wisdom and knowledge to (re-)appear and replenish our daily selves.
So a big thank you Mike for this wonderful gift to us all… even if we’re then going to make all you good folks pay for it! I highly recommend buying one for yourself and then multiple copies for everyone else you know. Remember, love is everything, and nothing says it like a lovely gift.*
* This is not strictly true, but go on, why not treat them, and yourself?
PSSSST. If you want to treat yourself to two bonus topics / chapters, or perhaps merely dip your toe into Mike’s World Of Mindfulness to get you started, I can heartily recommend his recent two self-published minis POVERTY OF THE HEART and RUSHING FROM A TO A.
JR
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Katzine: The Guatemala Issue (£5-50, self-published) by Katriona Chapman.
Yet another
rich, classy cover for the self-published series which has truly set the new, top-end benchmark for comics of any origin in terms of production values as well as engrossing content.
Wouldn’t huge publishers do well to follow suit and lavish their readers with much-to-be-treasured art objects such as these, rather than immensely enjoyable but arguably throwaway pamphlets?
I’ve said this before but I reckon it’s worth repeating that within each KATZINE Katriona always has something to impart born of her considerable, personal and broad experience that is so worthwhile your time and attention.
She releases them only with careful forethought as to what might genuinely command and so demand her readers’ interest, and with due diligence as to their soft-focus, pencil-shaded and humane execution. By which I mean that Chapman brings individuals alive, giving them their unique depths and perspectives, each and every one.
Here we are treated to not only a preview of her forthcoming long-form graphic novel of travel which you will never again see in this richest of blacks, whites and greys but in full colour (I adore both!), but the most arresting of group-thefts while back-packing in Guatemala.
Chapman’s fellow travellers gather together somewhat despondently but determinedly and between them they piece together the evidence until they logically come to the conclusion that one particular party or its entourage must be responsible. Still retaining the beyond-altruistic, kind and commendable, deep-seated desire that they not offend anyone, hurt their feelings or in any way falsely accuse, they do reluctantly – and with great grace – summon the courage to broach this breach in trust with carefully considered words.
Personally, I was in awe. But what happens next?
Characteristically, Chapman then proceeds to contrast and so mitigate this understandable disappointment in human nature with an uplifting series of cameo accounts of ‘Nice Things’: her many experiences of strangers going beyond the call of anyone’s duty to act in charitable ways when either she or her boyfriend Sergio have been in trouble.
That’s balance, that is. But it’s more than that: it’s a deep-seated sensitivity to her readers’ sensibilities and a care that we don’t despair.
SLH
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Archangel h/c (£18-99, Other A-Z) by William Gibson & Butch Guice…
“Mr. Vice 
President, please remain still… as I remove the bandages. The final procedure was entirely successful. See for yourself.”
“Granddaddy was a good looking man.”
“They know nothing of D.N.A., so they’ll have no way of knowing you’re not him. You should have no difficulties assuming his identity.”
So why would the Vice President of the United States of America want to travel back in time to February 1945 and replace his relative, one Major Aloysius Henderson of the Office of Strategic Services, the precursor of the C.I.A? Well, given it seems like there has been some sort of catastrophic global nuclear conflict, judging from the scenes of total devastation in Tokyo, Moscow and London that we get a glimpse of on the opening page dated February 2016, I suspect altering the course of history might be high on the VP’s to-do list. A list entitled ‘Archangel’.
Not that it seems everyone on the experimental Quantum Transfer project is of the same mindset. The chief scientist Torres, who seems to have a pretty good idea of precisely who is to blame for the current highly radioactive state of the environment, has just enough remaining quantum transfer juice to send a stealth fighter and two marines back as well, to try and foil the VP’s plot. Except whilst the first time jump works perfectly, the second, well, let’s just say there are some unexpected complications. The action then shifts to 1945 where the various Allied intelligence services suddenly find themselves with a rather perplexing puzzle to solve.
This the first crack at comics from the acclaimed cyberpunk author, and I must say, on the whole, I’m certainly impressed as he avoids the pitfalls most first-timers, even big names, can find themselves tumbling headlong into. ARCHANGEL has the serious speculative feel of say, Greg Rucka’s LAZARUS, which I think from the tone of the writing and cast of characters is probably the most obvious comparison to make. There are some fabulous bits of dialogue too, particularly in the WW2 era between various spies who seem just as concerned with getting one over each other as dealing with the situation in hand, which also minded me of Brubaker’s VELVET.
Gibson can certainly write decent comics based on this outing. There was an interminable delay getting the monthly issues out during the run of singles, which did rather disrupt my enjoyment at the time, but happily, in the collected form, it all runs very smoothly. Just not for the characters… any of them at all in fact. I did slyly enjoy Gibson’s afterword which talks about revising his ‘alternate time-track story’ as he went along. I know he probably wasn’t referring to the publishing schedule but it did make me giggle. Amongst other plot points, he’s actually very specifically referring to the epilogue, which again, caused me to occasion a very wry smile. I thought it a rather fitting conclusion.
The art from Butch Guice is excellent, fans of his work on THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN AMERICA and WINTER SOLDIER will know what to expect. I always feel he’s like a slightly grittier version of Bryan Hitch though here he most reminds me of Michael Lark’s work on LAZARUS, actually. Not sure if Gibson has any further plans to write more comics, this apparently started life as a screenplay before discussions with IDW led to it being commissioned as a comics series. But I’d love to see him tackle a longer speculative fiction series, something which acclaimed horror author Joe Hill did superbly for IDW with his LOCKE & KEY epic.
JR
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Walking Dead: Here’s Negan! (£17-99, Image) by Robert Kirkman & Charlie Adlard…
“You pull your pud that slow, fuckwit?!
“GAME POINT!
“If I had a wrist that weak, I’d need three pictures of your mom to blow my load.
“Now which one of you little pricks is next?”
…
“Sorry, Coach Negan. Josh has always been kind of a pussy. I’ll try to calm him down.”
And so, the big secret is finally out!! Not the full story of Lucille, but we will get to that, rest assured. No, fans of the man we all love to hate have often pondered precisely what Negan did for a living back in the pre-apocalyptic world. The rumour for a while was that of used car salesman, which I could see, but actually, demented P.E. teacher makes far more sense.
In many ways, he does remind me of a certain junior school games teacher of mine called [REDACTED] who always seemed part-clown / part-concentration camp commandant. One minute he was laughing and joking with us all, the next dispensing immense knee grippers and one-eared full-body-lifts for no apparent reason whatsoever.
I do very vividly remember a certain incident as an eight year old when I got chewing gum stuck in my hair on a school trip and [REDACTED] took just a bit too much pleasure in cutting it out with the serrated blade on his Swiss Army knife. The glint in his eye as he approached me was probably how the cowboys felt when they were out of ammo and that fashionable new haircut that the Native American Indian barbers were offering free of charge beckoned. I should just be grateful he wasn’t using a barbed-wire-encrusted baseball bat, I suppose!
I digress.
Fans of the WALKING DEAD will already have known that Negan’s favourite skull pinyata smasher was named after his late wife. What we get in this collection of material that first appeared in the excellent Image Plus previews magazine (not in the regular comics), is the heartbreaking end of their marital story, pre-apocalypse, and then how Negan gradually evolved / devolved, depending on your point of view, into the chilling, <ahem> articulate dictator he then subsequently became.
He clearly always had the gags, having polished his material ad nauseam no doubt on his young wards, but was he always such a complete and utter dick, or did he once have a romantic homespun heart of gold? As ever, with the man we really, really do love to utterly despise, it will not surprise you to learn he was always, shall we say, a… complex character… with hidden, slightly odious depths.
As good as any regular WALKING DEAD arc, if you are a fan, you will want this, trust me. Yes, it’s a little slim, and it has unfortunately been released as a hardcover first, thus being a different size to all those twenty eight trades you have on your shelves, but it is riveting, essential reading.
I have no idea whether the success of this arc will prove the spur to do any further prequel comics material featuring other significant characters. The Governor received his own similar treatment with the well received quadrilogy of prose novels, which are still available should anyone wish us to order them in. I can’t say there is any real need for exploring the back stories of other characters, though I really wouldn’t be adverse to volume two of Negan’s…
JR
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Screwed Up (£5-99, Adhouse Books) by Konstantin Steshenko.
Too, too funny!
It is a terrible truth that some marriage proposals swim more smoothly than others.
Some suitors are imaginative, some are so witty; others are eloquent and indeed dextrous, performing this most sacred but fun rite or ritual with elan! I hear to this day of several taking the more traditional root of proposing to their parents-in-law first, which strikes me as both funny and very romantic.
However it comes, however it goes and however the proposal is received, I wish each and every one of you the best in its success and your future happiness!
This proposal, I’m afraid, is a proverbial car crash that takes place far too close to a train track.
Darkness ensues.
It many ways I’d compare it to Jason Shiga’s DEMON (cue instant increase in sales!) for its optimism, its pessimism, its staged performance, its utter outrage and one other element that I cannot reveal. Also in this: we really shouldn’t laugh, but I did.
Truly, I must be a monster.
And I am going to leave it there.
SLH
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We Found A Hat s/c (£6-99, Walker Books) by Jon Klassen.
“We found a hat.
“We found it together.
“But there is only one hat.
“And there are two of us.”
So the dilemma begins…
“It looks good on both of us.
“But it would be right if one of us had a hat and the other did not.”
Awww! Kind and considerate, brotherly love!
They’ll just have to leave it where they found it, in the middle of the desert, right? Hmmm…
This is the third and final instalment of Klassen’s hat-trick trilogy which began with I WANT MY HAT BACK followed by THIS IS NOT MY HAT. I can only assume that Klassen suffered some sort of hat-related trauma during his formative years, for in each of first two an item of headgear is stolen. Neither ends well for the thief, and quite right too!
Deliciously, what looked on the surface like straightforward illustrated prose was, in fact, comics; for without the images all would have been lost. The pictures began in perfect accordance with the written word, but swiftly started shedding controversial or even contradictory light on what was being said. Howls of laughter from me and every youngster I’ve seen being shown the books on our shop floor.
The simplicity of what’s said is of equal importance – there is an identifiable Klassen cadence – for when the rhythm is first broken in I WANT MY HAT BACK, that’s when you suspect that something is up.
Here we are presented with a three-act play, and although I promise you that Klassen will not prove predictable, there will of course be an equally mischievous break between overt claim and covert curiosity, with its attendant hiccup in the otherwise rhythmic beat.
Also recommended by Jon Klassen and written by Mac Barnett: EXTRA YARN and SAM & DAVE DIG A HOLE plus TRIANGLE.
SLH
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Arrived, Online & Ready To Buy!
New reviews to follow, but if they’re new formats of previous books, reviews may already be up; others will retain their Diamond previews information we receive displayed as ‘Publisher Blurb’.
A Hundred Billion Trillion Stars h/c 
(£15-99, Greenwillow) by Seth Fishman & Isabel Greenberg
Coady & The Creepies s/c (£13-99, Boom! Box) by Liz Prince & Amanda Kirk
Dark Souls vol 3: Legends Of The Flame (£13-99, Titan) by George Mann & Alan Quah
Harrow County vol 6: Hedge Magic s/c (£15-99, Dark Horse) by Cullen Bunn & Tyler Crook
Hellboy In Hell Library Edition h/c (£44-99, Dark Horse) by Mike Mignola
Hookjaw – Classic Collection h/c (£29-99, Titan) by Pat Mills, Ken Armstrong & Ramon Sola, Juan Arrancio, Eric Bradbury, Feliz Carrion, Jim Bleach
How Comics Work (£16-99, Rotovision Books) by Dave Gibbons, Tim Pilcher
Last Driver (£11-99, Dead Canary Comics) by C.S. Baker & Shaky Kane
Letters For Lucardo vol 1 (£13-99, Iron Circus Comics) by Noora Heikkila
Low vol 4: Outer Aspects Of Inner Attitudes (£14-99, Image) by Rick Remender & Greg Tocchini
Mega Robo Bros vol 2: Mega Robo Rumble (£9-99, David Fickling Books) by Neill Cameron
Predator Vs. Judge Dredd Vs. Aliens: Splice & Dice s/c (£15-99, Dark Horse) by John Layman & Chris Mooneyham
Rat Queens vol 4: High Fantasies (£13-99, Image) by Kurtis J. Wiebe & Owen Gieni
Seven To Eternity vol 2: Ballad Of Betrayal s/c (£14-99, Image) by Rick Remender & Jerome Opena, James Harren
Star Wars: Screaming Citadel s/c (£15-99, Marvel) by Kieron Gillen, Jason Aaron & Marco Checchetto, Salvador Larroca, Andrea Broccardo
Stumptown vol 1 s/c (£8-99, Oni) by Greg Rucka & Matthew Southworth
The World Of Moominvalley (£35-00, Macmillan) by Tove Jansson
Batman / The Flash: The Button Deluxe Edition h/c (£17-99, DC) by Joshua Williamson, Tom King & Jason Fabok, Howard Porter
DC Comics Bombshells vol 5: Death Of Illusion s/c (£14-99, DC) by Marguerite Bennett & various
Avengers By Bendis Complete Collection vol 2 s/c (£35-99, Marvel) by Brian Michael Bendis & Bryan Hitch, John Romita Jr., Renato Guedes, Chris Bachalo, Daniel Acuna
Avengers: Standoff s/c (£31-99, Marvel) by Nick Spencer, various & Mark Bagley, various
Goodnight Punpun vol 7 (£9-99, Viz) by Inio Asano
