I love this. I don't even care that much about the story, which is fine, even occasionally affecting - it's the art that's truly incredible, this incredible mix of form and colour. The bulk of this is set in the trenches of World War One, with chlorine gas seeping a sick, luminous green through pages and trenches, mixed with rivers of blood and reapers and skeleton ghost horses. Everything's been thrown on the page here and it somehow all just works. I'm left to think that this is one of those books that I'm going to have to buy a copy of, because being able to borrow the library version just isn't going to be sufficient. The artist is incredible, all respect to her because this is amazing.

I do wish, however, that the collection had gotten rid of all the repetitive, not-very-interesting technical stuff that is the back matter. There's quite a lot of it, and after a really strong conclusion, this is the very definition of ending on a whimper rather than a bang. Half the impact is lost because these useless pages exist as padding. (When I get hold of a copy of my own, at least I know for the future to stop when the story does.)