The first Kieron Gillen comic I didn't buy. Because yes, I follow writers rather than characters, but the none-more-nineties, boobs-and-swords Angela had already proven capable of being uninteresting even when scripted by Neil Gaiman or Al Ewing, and thus created a possible exception to that rule. Alongside co-writer Marguerite Bennett, with whose work I am otherwise unfamiliar, Gillen has at least fixed on an interesting angle for the warrior angel - 'Nothing for nothing. Everything has a price.' And this world of blood-debt and obligation does at times meld with the science fiction Viking angle of Marvel's Asgard cosmology to create something amazing - poetry catching the rhythms of the old sagas as gods clash in crumbling space-cities, lists of grand and impossible deeds, the ominous deployment of the Disir. Plus, the art team design Angela a *slightly* less ridiculous new outfit. But it's just not quite enough. A character with such a simple, primordial engine is more suited to a support role than the lead, so Angela gets edged out by Sera, a fellow-angel who has none of the same ancient simplicity, and instead lapses into a bit of a pastiche of the sassy female leads Gillen normally writes so well*. It always pains me to admit I'm wrong, but after this third strike by another of my favourite comics writers, I have to admit it - at least when it comes to a solo protagonist role, there really are some characters so inherently flat nobody can altogether salvage them.
*I know there are revelations that Sera is not like other angels, but for me none of that explains the lack of surprise other characters show at her distinctly modern manner of speech. "Now give me your cabin or I'll spoil the end of Twin Peaks for you, space boy"?