Fort and Yhir, his alien comrade, track an exo-virus through the nighttime streets of New York. I like to live my life believing that this sort of thing was happening all the time in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. There's just something about that early Industrial Revolution setting that lends itself to the strange and weird crawling from their hiding places in the fog and smoke-shrouded streets. And if this is how Fort collected his data for his strange books, so much the better.
It's interesting to see Frazer Irving's artwork on this piece and to compare it to something like Annihilator, which I read a few weeks back. His style is quite different without the digital colouring and someone else inking him. He's also playing with shadow a lot more, or it's a lot more noticeable here, though that makes sense in the context of the story. I enjoy this kind of versatility in an artist, every bit as much as I appreciate it in a writer. There's something to be said for consistency in art style, knowing what it is you're going to be seeing when you buy a work by a particular artist, but there's also something to be said for being surprised, pleasantly so, each time. Thus far, Irving's work has had that affect on me.
To be continued.
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