There's an old hot rod that tears down deserted stretches of highway in the dead of night. The car's called Fireball Sally, and it's wreathed in otherworldly flames. Some folks say the driver is the Devil himself. He's not racing for pink slips. He's racing for souls. Fred's willing to take the challenge. The only problem, his gas tank's bone dry.
We've had some good installments with the series looking at particular characters as you'd expect and this was a solid one for Fred. He's been the quietest yet most accessible of the characters for me as a kind of plugger character and I have such a distinctive voice of Sam Elliott in my head for him that I can't help but to want to see him succeed. This issue does good by him while showing more weirdness in the world that comes from these out-of-the-way places and how certain paranormal things just become the norm and are accepted. Well-written and beautifully illustrated and colored, another strong installment. Read Full Review