Read this while on an overnight shift at the hospital. Still sucked.

This is everything that a John Constantine graphic novel should be; pulpy (but still mythically involved) storyline, John's wayward way with "children," fantastically wrought artwork with just enough grit, and a splash or two of demon blood to make it all blend together into a rollocking adventure to save London. Constantine has touched on the ramifications of what happens when oher people start to mess around with his demon-infused blood, but Spencer takes this previously minor plotpoint and brings it to the fore with the villain's roles being taken up by two not-so-well-meaning doctors. Even John was fooled for a bit, and thought it was Nergal or the Devil out to get him for the millionth time, but for once it wasn't all about Hell. It's really just too bad though that Spencer and Murphy didn't really have much of a run with Constantine, since their writing style and aesthetic just seem to click. ( )