Comic Book Review: the Autumnlands #7

It's been about five long months since we last were able to read Image Comics' incredible 'The Autumnlands' by the superstar squad of Kurt Busiek, Ben Dewey, Jordie Bellaire, and Comicraft, and that was one hell of an agonizing wait after the climax of its first story arc.

But mercifully, Kurt and Co. dropped issue 7 this week, and it was just about perfect - we see the aftermath of the short-lived Bison revolution, in which Gharta finally lets the verbal shit fly at Sandhorst, and the Champion accompanies Dusty as they wander in the forest.

I adored the scene where Gharta is letting loose after the party has been rescued and is trying to gather their bearings; Sandhorst is, of course, in the middle and claiming credit for the rescue, but Gharta was wise to his conniving ways and calls him out in front of all the rescued and the rescuers, including a domineering presence named Lord Talon. 

I hate Sandhorst so damn much

I hate Sandhorst so damn much

Dusty pulls Learoyd -- nearly drowned -- from the river, and then they begin a part that is as engaging as Busiek has ever woven before: the beginnings and uses of magic in the Autumnlands. Busiek deftly mixes Dusty's enthusiasm into a general knowledge of how this current world began to harness magic, and interspersed with the Champion's snarky clueless? Wonderful.

Dewey and Bellaire are also incredibly on point in this issue: everything is picturesque, as though you're looking at something that should be hanging in a museum, with every landscape popping and every facial expression conveying full range of emotion. Hell, the scene where Dusty tries to give the Sad Puppy Face to Learoyd? Killer. 

you're dead inside, learoyd

you're dead inside, learoyd

Look, this book is one of the best out there in terms of scope, grandeur, and fantasy, and now is the PERFECT time to hop on board. 

LOWDOWN: a full 10 out of 10 pelvic thrusts. A glorious book that needs to be in your grubby little hands right meow. 

 

 

 

...and beware that fucking spooky-ass crow, gang.