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We don't know how we got to the last rack of June already, but we did. Time's winged chariot draws ever near, it seems. What? I'm an English Teacher, I can quote Andrew Marvell's chat up poems if I want to*. Anyway. Click on our cover of the week to browse the whole rack online or scroll on down to see the first issues and highlights!
From the creators of The October Faction, Steve Niles and Damien Worm, comes a new horror tale, Brynmore!
Recently divorced and sober, Mark Turner has returned to his hometown looking for a second chance. He'll rebuild the old church into a new home… if the locals let him.
But Turner Island has a secret, one tracing back to when it was named after Mark's ancestors.
Who, or what, is Brynmore?
Ten years after the events of the blockbuster Creed III, Amara Creed is on her own path, stepping outside her father Adonis Creed's shadow and training like there's no tomorrow.
But when her division opponents no longer present a challenge, Amara's drive will have her following in her father's footsteps, going underground.
She'll also need the perfect trainer, but perfection comes with tangled strings attached...
Superstar writers LaToya Morgan (Dark Blood, AMC's The Walking Dead) and Jai Jamison (Superman & Lois), artist Wilton Santos (Break Out), alongside Creed III director and star Michael B. Jordan bring Creed to comics in a story no fan of the franchise can afford to miss!
When Hellboy is called to India to investigate a rash of mysterious animal attacks, he is reunited with a familiar face.
Together they search for the strange beast terrorizing a small village, but the mystery-and the myth behind it-runs deeper than they thought.
Join the dynamic team of Mike Mignola and Chris Roberson for an all-new B.P.R.D. mystery, featuring art by the talented Alison Sampson (GENESIS) and colours by the amazing Dave Stewart (Hellboy, Umbrella Academy)!
From the New York Times-bestselling and multi-Eisner award-winning writers of Something is Killing the Children, The Department of Truth, and House of Slaughter; and the artist on Victor and Nora: A Gotham Love Story comes this LGBTQ+ horror-hero coming-of-age series that's Invincible meets Doom Patrol.
*For those interested, it's a quotation from "To His Coy Mistress", one of the filthiest poems ever taught at G.C.S.E. and one of the few really great poems ever to make it to the G.C.S.E. poetry anthology. The whole thing is one long chat up line, presented below because we're all about culture...
To His Coy Mistress
Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
You can read some fairly tame analysis of the poem HERE, or we can chat about it when you're in the shop next...