Okay, so she is supposed to rise from the ashes, not emerge from a fiery backdrop like some vampy disco queen, but well as you can see from this teaser, the art looks awesome. And she is all mine.
This firewoman is X-Men: Phoenix Endsong, all supermegamillion megabytes of it sent to me across the web from my sis in Canada. I am not one to look a gift phoenix in the mouth, so I am enjoying each lovely panel without compunctions. It’s different from an actual comic book, it’s pixels instead of paper, and well, it’s minus the heady ink smell. But still, it’s a world you can fall into and not raise your head for hours.
The images in the panels are breath-taking. Sometimes I skim over the words, in my rush to unfold the movement of the story as it arcs page to page. My sis sent me several issues. I am hoarding them, gorging bit by bit to make the indulgence last.