Series: Coffin Bound
Words: Dan Watters
Published: September 2, 2020
Publisher’s Summary: LOVE HEARTS! FIST FIGHTS! ROTTEN FRUIT!
Having put a price on her own head, Taqa has proven somewhat death-wish-ish. Now the city’s assassins are coming for her—killers of every shape and size with every philosophical delusion under the sun.
Previous Review: Coffin Bound #5
“If you were to sit with me and stare into my eyes, would they let you know who I am? Those little windows to the soul? No, of course not. You’ve never learned to read a soul. You’ve never sat down with the ancient scrolls to learn the language of the eyes.”
After putting out a hit, on herself, Taqa begins to fend off the bloodthirsty crooks and killers that are eager for a payday, bringing her closer, she hopes, to the Vulture.
Building off of the momentum gained in the last issue, Dan Watters continues to develop Taqa and push her further into an unforgettable tale, raising the stakes with every turn of the page. Watters’ writing, here, is intense and methodical and gives readers good reason to stop, every few pages, and let the words sink in some.
There’s something poetic about watching a boxer literally fight the elements, bobbing and weaving and throwing punches at rain and hail, right? I believe so. In scenes like this, Dani’s artwork shines. With images, Dani is able to conjure the stench of sweat mixing with the natural musk of a moist back alley. Being immersed in scenes like this one makes for an unforgettable reading experience.
Two issues into this second arc of Coffin Bound and I am hooked, again.
Coffin Bound remains a necessary-read as this second arc continues to burrow deeper beneath the collective consciousness, exploring all of the filth that resides there, bringing it to the surface, one nasty bit at a time.