Pat Mills' writing is still good, as is Clint Langley's art (Staples just isn't really for me). But no matter how well done it is, I can't shake the feeling of watching a well dressed corpse dancing before me. It's hard to really care about what's happening. Slaine's history just keeps getting more and more muddled with each volume, and it's not really fun to read these books anymore. I'm not really looking forward to the rest of the series.