The Hidden by Richard Sala

My call – The Hidden is nowhere close to Peculia's absolute awesomeness. This Frankenstein-creates-the-end-of-the-world story is, as every Sala's book, beautifully drawn – and even beautifully colored – but the storyline is, ehem, so and so.

Oh well. Enjoy the bloodshed and the macabre!


Peculia and the Groon Grove Vampires by Richard Sala

Equally delicious as the original Peculia book, this story is a great homage to old time b&w horror, as well as the 60-70s b-movies, the majestic Count Dracula, Scooby Doo and the rest of the vampire horror fun.

Fast to read and very enjoyable! Mmmm


Peculia by Richard Sala

Peculia, a black and white comic book by Richard Sala, is absolutely stunning. Barely one hundred pages, it contains less than a dozen short horror stories about a brave girl named Peculia, her perfect butler Ambrose, her adversary Justine and her secret admirer Obscrus – and many, many monsters. These tales are quite similar to my childhood horror stories – the crawling hands, big ugly creatures lurking in the dark, waiting to grab little kiddies and eat them.

This is like the best ironic comic book horror I've seen in a while – definitely better than the previous Sala's books I've tried.

Also, black and white with no coloring gives it a distinct, rather peculiar feel – which is only spoiled by colors. Mesmerizing. A tiny gem.



Violenzia by Richard Sala

Yet another macabre short story by Richard Sala, a true master of gothic horror, cults, and scary tales in unique vivid colors.

Funny to read this as a continuation of the Fatale, to see the same ceremonial sacrifices with crooked daggers etc – but with much more irony around it.

A great short, all in all – but only for those of you who are sick enough to enjoy it.


The Grave Robber’s Daughter by Richard Sala

Richard Sala's short horror story in black and white, with archetypical killer clowns and kill-your-parents children of corn, flip-flip-flip.

If I were to compare, the thing is subpar to the ugly, mean and scary stuff of Thomas Ott which I like a lot. Well, who am I to compare.