Blurb: A masterpiece of the Beautiful, the Bizarre and everything in-between. I must confess, that of the great pantheon of Superheroes (or 'Metahumans' as DC would have us say), The Green Lantern has always been to me an after-thought. I never quite warmed-up to the character (regardless of whoever was under the mask) and compared to the other greats of the DC universe, I found Green Lantern to be quite superfluous. In fact the only thing I have ever enjoyed about The Green Lantern Corps, has been their stirringly eloquent oath. However, N.K. Jemisin has opened my eyes to an iteration of the character which I cannot get enough of. I suppose the best thing about this story is its overall disconnect from the rest of Green Lantern universe. We are given a world, we are given a Green Lantern and above all, we are given an engaging and intriguing murder-mystery which brings to mind the great detective-noirs of old. Indeed there is a moment in the story where our protagonist Sojourner (I love her name) 'Jo' Mullein draws parallels between her conundrum and those faced by the eponymous 'noir-guy' from the films. For a story of such emotional weight, there are moments of hilarious self-awareness which provide just the right amount of levity, preventing a cloying effect on the palette. This is also, my first time reading an N.K. Jemisin story. And if popular word is to be believed, then this story is par for the course when it comes to any N.K. Jemisin work. Be it the development of characters, their sexual proclivities, the allegories drawn from real-world events and most importantly, the vulnerabilities (both personal and societal). The artwork does an excellent job of keeping up with the narration, where Jemisin's words carry weight, Campbell's art shows us just where and how that weight is distributed. The panel-layouts were neat and there was always a method in even the most maddeningly frantic of panels. The story while complete, ends on a note that hints at more to come in the life of Lantern Jo Mullein, and if it is so, then I shall keep a weather eye on the horizon for that flash of green. Through the brightest day, and the blackest night.