Effigy as a whole, and this issue in particular, has been a huge rush if for no other reason than to reinvigorate parts of my brain that I haven't used in reading a comic since Promethea. While not overtly occult in nature like much of early Vertigo typified by Grant Morrison's magnum opus The Invisibles, Seeley's work on Effigy is a proud reflection of those roots and a reminder that the imprint was the home to some of the most challenging and engaging comics on the stands before it fell into trying to be the "HBO of comics." There was a time that reading a Vertigo comic meant that your fundamental beliefs about history, religion, and sometimes even your understanding of self were going to be interrogated, and while Effigy has yet to achieve that, it's still a comic that wears its spiritual roots in that era on it's sleeve. Read Full Review