As Noah’s mother lies in the hospital, deep in a coma with no prognosis of awakening, John Constantine makes the acquaintance of a rapacious spirit-one with a terrifying significance for all of England.
Even with the gorgeous nightmarish art and depressing story, there's beauty and joy to be found in it. This is exactly the kind of stuff I want to see in Constantine books
Gosh, I love this issue. This is perhaps the most punk issue of this run by Spurrier. And the social commentary is so damn timely. This issue is one that I’d show people to show what I love about the tighter moments of Constantine’s narrative.
Noah is also such a welcome addition to the cast. I love him and his sweet nature despite all he’s been through.
I’m sure there might be technical faults someone could nitpick about, but for me, this issue was perfect. And wrenching at moments too.