Lucifer: Volume 3: Blood In The Streets
Blood? Oh, there’s blood all right, lots of it but it belongs to Vertigo. Bit too much for a transfusion too, it bled out due to too many self-inflicted wounds. Vertigo’s dead.
American Vampire? Tie it up in three issues and see if anyone gives a shit.
Astro City? It can always leg it to Image to escape the infinite cull.
Oh, a new writer? So they take a successful team and screw it over and then kill the book? That’s adding insult to grievous injury.
Kadrey does an OK job, he doesn’t change the style, hell, given time he might have done a decent continuation and not been the book’s executioner. Similarly Garbett’s art remains excellent unto the end.
The bigger problem by far is that this takes all the potential that the previous 12 issues set up and sends it all down the toilet as if it’s a batch of dodgy coke. It throws it all away for nothing.
Plus, you would think, as a book that can draw on fans of the previous run by Carey, of Sandman, of the TV show with a bit of marketing, the book would be successful enough. Apparently not.
It’s an OK conclusion to what was shaping to be a great book and it deserved far more.
Vertigo? Vertigo’s fucking dead, bury or cremate its corpse and move on.