Title: Lucifer: Children and Monsters.
Author: Mike Carey.
Artist: Peter Gross, Ryan Kelly, and Dean Ormston.
Genre: Graphic novel, fiction, fantasy, religion.
Publication Date: 2001
Summary: Recruited by Heaven to save all of Creation from the threat of the Voiceless Gods, he has been rewarded with an object of inconceivable power - a gate that leads to the uncreated void. But the gateway itself is only a tool that Lucifer must use to achieve his true goal. Leaving his immortality and power at the door, his quest will take him to the labyrinth of traps and treachery of the Japanese afterword of Izanami, and to the terrible House of Windowless Rooms, in search of his lost wings. Behind him, in the Los Angeles piano bar that has become his home, the powers begin to gather - drawn bu the door that Lucifer has cut into the fabric of existence, and willing to destroy the whole of reality in order to possess it. When the storm breaks, there may be nothing left for Lucifer to return to.
My rating: 8.5/10
♥ "It's exciting isn't it? Being taken so roughly. It's everyone's secret turn-on - the freedom that comes with total surrender."
♥ The sea. The sea is our Mother. The home we grew too big for. The womb from which we woke. This is what the wise men say. But the wise men lie. We brought the sea with us. Because blood is salt water, and in our hearts there is a lightless ocean. Here, now, is the turning of the tide. Here, now, the blood pauses... falls upon itself... and is renewed.
♥ "There is a special place in Hell for those who hear God's call and turn away."
"No, there are no special places in Hell. Hell is a democracy."
♥ They used to call the Devil the father of lies. But for someone whose sin is meant to be pride, you'd think that lying would leave something of a sour taste. Too easy. Too sleazy. Too much of a coward's tool. So my theory is that when the Devil wants to get something out of you, he doesn't lie at all. He tells you the exact, literal truth. And he lets you find your own way to Hell.
♥ I knew nothing about this then, of course. And I wouldn't have cared in any case. Fear makes you selfish. Your whole world contracts to a single imperative.
♥ At the edge of Creation, he stood poised. The window would be no wider than a heartbeat. Between the moment when action became possible, and the moment when it became pointless.