![]() ![]() ![]() This trade collects issues #21-27 of The Saga of Swamp Thing. You can stand alone in the blind darkness and know that were you to raise your arm, reaching out to its full extremity, your fingernails would brush with something wet, something supple and resilient, something moving. You can inhale through flared nostrils, drinking in its musk, green and pungent, there is the delicate scent of mosses and lichens adorning its flanks, there is the dry and acrid aftertaste of the pinmold that spreads across its shoulders, fanning out in a dull gray rash. You can stare into those places where the evening has pooled beneath the distant trees, and glimpse an ambiguous shifting of the darkness, something large, large and slow, its movements solemn and inevitable, heavy with clotted, sodden weed that forms its flesh, its skeleton of tortured root creaks with each funereal pace, protesting at the damp and sullen weight, within their sockets its eyes float like blood-poppies in puddles of ink. It is a living thing it has a soul, it has a face.Īt night you can almost imagine what it might look like if the swamp were boiled down to its essence, and distilled into corporeal form if all the muck, all the forgotten muskrat bones, and all the luscious decay would rise up and wade on two legs through the shallows if the swamp had a spirit and that spirit walked like a man. It breathes, it eats, and, at night, beneath a crawling ground fog with the luster of vaporized pearl, it dreams, dreams while tiny predators stage a nightmare ballet in sharp black grass. Saga of the Swamp Thing Book One Alan Moore Vertigo, Comics & Graphic Novels - 206 pages 9 Reviews Reviews arent verified, but Google checks for and removes fake content when. ![]()
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