What a twist! William Harms proves that the mastery of the medium he displayed with his previous effort, Abel, wasn't a fluke, with Bad Mojo. More playful than the weighty Abel, Bad Mojo boasts an ingenious premise: a major league ball player, Bruce, wreck's a witch's Volvo. When he tries to throw money at her to make it right, she curses him: each day he'd die at dawn, to be resurrected at dusk. This puts a bit of a dent in his career aspirations.
Harms' command of dialog, pacing and storytelling is augmented perfectly by the masterful art of Steve Morris. The dark story is perfectly complimented by the moody, shadowy black and white drawings. Harms and Morris both prove are both alchemists of the graphic novel medium, turning paper and ink into pure gold. Bad Mojo is a must for any comic fan. I look forward to Harms' next work with high anticipation.