I did not particularly like this book.
So an underexplained malady called The Blight has killed most of humanity and fairytale creatures climb out from the woodwork to dominate the planet. Our protagonists live in a village in New York’s Central Park, and when they venture from that place bad things happen. This premise is like the inverted version of Fables, with mundane people forced to cope in a fantastic world, or even Jack Kirby’s Kamandi, with fantasy monsters instead of humanoid animals.
I though the art was pretty good, that it would work well in a storybook. The script fell flat and I didn’t like any of the characters, particularly the grandfather. And the magical monsters felt too cliche, which along with the post-apocalyptic setting meant that the whole thing felt too familiar to care about.
I wouldn’t recommend this book. But I’ll admit, I trust Vertigo enough to try out further volumes to see if things pick up.