This is an above-average graphic novel concerning the ancient death gods from a variety of cultures (they just aren’t what they used to be), a group of Celtic heroes and demi-deities (who basically hang out and go shopping), and Robin Goodfellow (he hates to be called “Puck”), who’s a real piece of work in any era. Kildare is the center of things in her New York townhouse, throwing dinner parties and trying not to think about her once-lover, Thomas, the mortal knight to whom she behaved so badly. Then a huge black knight comes looking for Puck and the story gets complicated. Of the characters, I especially like the artist whose portraits are so real, they even capture the subject’s soul. Holguin’s story is terrific, but the art, while generally quite good, is sometimes less than adequate in depicting facial expressions, especially those under stress.