Thomas W. Hodgkinson

Dark and graphic

Graphic novels are especially bleak this winter. But if you can stomach madness, rape, strychnine, strangulation and a pact with the Devil, you’ll be well-rewarded

A woman birthing bloated speckled eggs from her supernaturally swollen womb. Sushi screaming and squirming. A skull-shaped sweet, bearing the message, ‘I was you.’ Doubting yourself. Knowing you don’t love your girlfriend. Waking beside someone beautiful and new, only to notice a filigree of knife-scars etched across her breasts.

If, sensitive reader, these ingredients make you inclined to do a runner (your finger already hooked around the next, less distressing page), then go right ahead.

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