My God, the art! I can never get enough of Dredd's square jaw and immovable scowl. There isn't a single bad frame in the entire book, and each story somehow captures a moment without even going beyond a single action scene. Dredd's dialogue in particular stands out as punchy, with exactly the no-nonsense vibe you'd expect from a lawless future city of 130 million people.

Honestly, the comic is 700 issues in " if it wasn't damn good, it wouldn't have come this far.

While I understand the artistic thread that travels through Riley Rossmo's work, I find the style a little too cartoony for my taste. It works quite well on Mars with a bunch of talking blobs, but it pulled me away from the story on Earth (Diane's hair, I'm looking at you). A more effective juxtaposition of the two would have had greater impact.

The art captures the desolation of a post-nuclear apocalypse with the same aesthetic that I saw in my mind as I read Oliver Twist back in the day.

The characters are honestly portrayed, the struggles relatable, the plot twists intriguing. I'm going to be keeping up with this comic as it moves forward.

Obviously, this is a mystery, so you can't expect answers out of the gate, but a little more insight into the circumstances that led to Turn's conviction and the detective's obsession with him would go a long way in the early stages, especially with the events that unfold in rapid succession in a mere thirty pages.