In The Small by Michael Hague
Good lord what a piece of shit.
No, seriously. If someone gives you this book, I’d suggest you only hang onto it for starting fires. It’s some ok to pretty good artwork filled with the author jerkin’ his Jesus complex over and over.
The premise: A blue light shrinks everyone down. Adults average six inches tall.
As premises go it isn’t really bad, but the writing is. Everyone freaks out, and I do mean everyone. Except for the precognitive son of some dude in an office building. See previous reference to Jesus Jerkin. I don’t know about you, but I’d be way more concerned if I was the only one shrunk. I have enough self-image issues. But no, we’re expected to believe that mankind would devolve to barbarism and tribalism within an afternoon because of this. It just doesn’t wash. A good writer could probably suspend disbelief enough to play with the concept, but that isn’t what we get here.
In the short- Boring, bible thumping garbage without a single thing to recommend it. People ooh and ahh over the artwork, but it really isn’t all that impressive. Some panels are good, most are about average. We can only hope the author accidentally strangles himself while flogging the bishop over his Left Behind collection.
The real horror- It’s already optioned as a movie.