The Rain On My Chest

What I Want To Bring Back To Superheroes With This Project Is A Sense Of Play. Things Have Gotten So Dreary. The Heroes Have Gotten So Ugly That Even Their Muscles Have Muscles.

My Sin City Heroes Are Knights In Dirty, Blood-caked Armor. They Bring Justice To A World That Gives Them No Medals, No Praise, No Reward. That World, That City, Often Kills Them For Their Brave Service.

In A Way, 'sin City''s Designed To Be Paced Somewhere Between An American Comic Book And Japanese Manga. Working In Black And White, I Realized That The Eye Is Less Patient, And You Have To Make Your Point, And Sometimes Repeat It. Slowing Things Down Is Harder In Black And White, Because There Isn't As Much For The Eye To Enjoy.

It Is More Raw And Unfettered And I'm More Likely Going Into Something You Could Call Extreme Cartooning. There's A Lot Of That In The Course Of 'holy Terror.' There Are Interludes Where There Are Pictures - Cartoon Pictures - Of Modern Figures And They Are All Wordless. It's Up To Readers To Put The Words In.

Ladies. Gentlemen. You Have Eaten Well. You've Eaten Gotham's Wealth. Its Spirit. Your Feast Is Nearly Over. From This Moment On...none Of You Are Safe.