Joshua Hale Fialkov
Illustrated by:
Rahsan Ekedal
Released by:
Released by:
Minotaur Press
Minotaur is the dark love-child of Top Cow and Image... a long dead imprint recently reanimated in the form of their new horror label. Mind you they haven't officially called it their horror label. They use the phrasing "darker and more nuanced", but I personally think that's redundant, as Top Cow with titles like; The Darkness & Witchblade, is already a pretty dark universe as it is. Anyway, sorry about that history lesson, Echoes is one of Minotaur's re-launch titles. A somber gray & white family affair, steeped in dementia & shaded in serial murder.
It opens with a troubled man named Brian visiting his father on his deathbed in the cold tomb of the hospital, just after hearing his child's heartbeat for the very first time. As his father starts to slip behind the veil he urges Brian to check the crawlspace in the basement of their old home, the one at 1339 Haymaker. Wide-eyed he keeps insisting, and then immediately passes on. Not wanting to let his father down in death, a grief stricken Brian is compelled to set off right away to honor his father's dying wish. He heads back to the old, empty, house he grew up in. Abandoned by everything but it's run-down furniture; a dusty, threadbare graveyard to the memory's it once housed. As his anxiety comes to a boil, Brian's reality starts to crack. He's seeing things. His schizophrenia which can be kept in check with the right medication is invading. His burdened mind is starting to collapse under the weight of the stress of his father's death, and the anxiety over the birth of his new child. His alarm keeps buzzing to remind him. It's his wife calling. It's time to take his pill. Clozapine to be exact. Sadly the faucet only leaks out a murky, undrinkable sludge. Running out of time and reality, he starts to look for the basement, for the crawl space... for the dark and evil things hidden there. Tools of his father's secret trade... knives.... knives and.... porno, nudie magazines. He laughs, relieved, and lays down on his fathers other secret; a bed of children's bones, surrounding a box.
He pulls open it's lid and sees hundreds of them staring out at him.
Dolls made from the flesh, and hair, and bones of the girls they were molded in memory of. His father buried this secret behind a wall, and kept it till his last breath... but Brian isn't so lucky.
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With that, happy reading!
Krys the comic chick signing out :)
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