“The noir hero is a knight in blood caked armor. He’s dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he’s a hero the whole time.” ― Frank Miller
Part sci-fi, part pulp noir, The Locksmith bristles with gritty drama [and] moves with a steady, solid, and sometimes disturbing momentum. At times feeling like a well-turned X-Files episode, the first issue lays out a number of delicious mysteries, while simultaneously managing to raise the stakes with every new development.
While noir is traditionally a genre of darkness, Grace manages to drag the dread out into the sunlight, and with the aid of Silvio DB’s deft artwork, still manages to make the open city in daytime have an oppressive weight to it. Even daylight manages to exact a toll on the inhabitants of this tale.
VERDICT: FOUR Portentous Portals of Doom out of FIVE [Fanbase Press]
STORY • LETTERING • DESIGN
Memory lives and breathes. It is a ladder. A gateway. A door. Those keys represent a painful memory. It is through that memory that you have begun your journey. And it is with those keys… You will find your way home.
– Jocetta Santiago
There is a room inside an old tenement building in the Bronx. Inside the room is a doorway that leads to another dimension where past, present and future exist simultaneously.
This gateway must remain protected — by the Locksmith. The problem: Santiago, the Locksmith, has died. The power is unleashed. What was once dead, seeks life. And that is just the beginning… And possibly end of the world — And the universe.
While investigating the sudden and inexplicable murder of his own brother, Detective Mick Fagan uncovers a strange series of events, all leading back to the Bronx apartment.
He soon becomes convinced that he too is somehow part of this mystery, and joins forces with Santiago’s daughter, Jocetta in trying to contain what lurks beyond the doorway.
A secret organization manages the hundreds of doorways around the world. But this one is different. What was once just the spirit of the undead seeking life, is now a power growing beyond what they have seen before.
The room is now at the center of an ever-growing black hole of time, sweeping all that has ever existed, away.
Fagan now knows that he alone holds the key to the doorway… And that key is something that happened to him as a child: His mother’s suicide.
In an amazing journey back through a jungle of pre-history – Fagan is witness to his own death and rebirth within the evolution of the universe.
He revisits the guilty demon inside, unlocking himself from the past… Saving the universe from certain destruction – And becoming the new Locksmith.
But like all journeys, the Detective discovers that this one is just the beginning of a long road trip — One that will ultimately take him back in time to the 17th century and our collective heart of darkness, deep within the African Congo.
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He who keeps the road and guards the door.
Trickster spirit who heals.
Child who plays in the sun.
Enter my heart and dance with me.
Now, open the door so that I may enter the temple.
On my way back, I shall thank you for this favor.
“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
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Issue 1: Sometimes Dead Just Isn’t Dead Enough
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Issue 2: The Voice In Your Head Is Just You When You’re Dead
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Issue 3: Cry Me A River Of Blood
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The Detective now knows that death is nothing more than a subway token with unlimited transfers between past, present and future… As such, trouble’s brewing back in 17th century Italy and he’s going to have to hop aboard the express. And then there's that meteor headed for NYC!
“The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.” ― Arthur C. Clarke