Damn Them All #9 continues the slow burn in a series that has only managed to get more interesting over time. It's worth reading for those interested in the Hellblazer tradition of rat bastards solving occult mysteries.

Miss Truesdale shows that appearances can be deceiving. Especially when reincarnation's involved.

Weaver's free-flowing short stories have finally blown back into town.

Doris Danger does her damnedest to undercover giant monsters and government conspiracies. Will she succeed? Probably not. Because she's in a never-ending ironic hell called comic books.

DEGA is all about desperate survival against an unstoppable, existential threat. In space.

The WildC.A.T.s are back. A little less covert, but just as wild.

A spooky little girl pops out of a coffin in a dilapidated old port town. What could go wrong?

Pink Lemonade #1 is a love story between a girl and a bunch of old cartoons on VHS. Which is about as pure a love as you're going to get.

Flavor Girls #3 is a satisfying, fruit-themed brawl against an alien general. What more could you ask for?

A grizzled old agent gets a second chance at working in the field. Though his new partner will keep him from feeling too young...

A fun exercise in style that teaches readers to never underestimate an foe. Even if they're named "Doggy."

Flavor Girls #2 is a fun little training sequence of an issue, with less focus on fighting, and more on worldbuilding and causal luncheons.

Frankenstein guides a young girl through a world of strange creatures and delicious-looking fruit. Let's hope they're not poisonous.

Horde of soulsuckers on your tail? Get yourself a nice, big set of wings.

Pineapple wands and post-apocalypses never gelled quite so well.

Bonyeer the Aromatic is an irreverent journey through a zombie-infested Death Valley starring two outcasts with serious medical problems. At least one of them is a doctor. Of sorts.

Seven Sons trades church bells for cash registers. But hey, if Jesus is coming back, might as well sweeten the deal with a 50% off sale, right?

The Shaolin Cowboy gets a third title: Father. Hopefully he'll make for a better dad than he did a monk.

Grim is a stylish look at reapers for-hire in a mundane afterlife.

Carnage #2 is no longer a game of cat and mouse. But it still brings two animals killing each other to mind.

Land of the Living Gods keeps up its brisk pace with mysterious resurrections, organ trafficking, and an old-fashioned bar fight.

All these visions of ancient evils and the distant future, and all Elijah wants to do is play the Blues.

West of Sundown is a western that opts for midnight over high noon. Expect more fangs than fistfights.

Hulk: Grand Design crams two decades into 40 pages, acting as a scrapbook of the character's highlights.

A whole menagerie of D-list villains are out to annoy Venom. He's probably going to do a lot more than annoy them back.

Slumber's cast isn't here to ask what our dreams say about us. They're here to shoot the annoying bits and get a paycheck. Hopefully not give in to stress.

In a post-Cletus haze, the Carnage symbiote has decided to move on to greener pastures, They won't stay green for long.

Arkham City: the Order of the World brings everything crashing to a close. It's an Arkham Asylum story. There's no way things were going to end quietly.

Carnage Forever spins a spooky little tale and hints at where Carnage goes next. All a day in the life for a man made of blood.

A tale of Entitlement, misplaced anger, and ultimate corruption. As told through an island of monkeys. That's good comics, folks.

Hellboy and the B.P.R.D.: 1957-Forgotten Lives takes an enjoyable breather from a years-long narrative to let the characters talk about where it's found them.

Grrl Scouts: Stone Ghost is a psychedelic roller coaster fueled by funk and the smell of newsprint. Roll with it, and you'll have a damn good time.

Hellboy: The Silver Lantern Club is a briskly paced little story that shows the Mignolaverse isn't all looming shadows and foreboding futures. There's a goofiness to it that will never quite go away.