It's the little things in life that matter most: tiny leak in the fuel line; the faint smell of decay that won't wash off; the way a knife blade catches the light. These are the things that stick with us, no matter how much we want to forget— the things that make us flinch. No one is more familiar with this unnerving territory than the twisted souls whose hallucinatory work is preserved between these covers— an unprecedented gathering of fever dreams and waking nightmares scraped directly from the darkest corners of the greatest minds in comics.
It's the little things in life that matter most: tiny leak in the fuel line; the faint smell of decay that won't wash off; the way a knife blade catches the light. These are the things that stick with us, no matter how much we want to forget— the things that make us flinch. No one is more familiar with this unnerving territory than the twisted souls whose hallucinatory work is preserved between these covers— an unprecedented gathering of fever dreams and waking nightmares scraped directly from the darkest corners of the greatest minds in comics.