A wordless graphic novel by Nicolas de Crecy.
While about to get into his limousine, a man is shot dead in cold blood. His bodyguards, impotent, do not catch the murderer. The murderer, visibly satisfied, joins a woman in bed. When he goes home, strange odours made of blood, sperm, and the polluted air that hangs over the city float in the atmosphere. It materialises into a shapeless and grotesque magma: Prosopopus is born, a modern monster with an implacable purpose. All those who cross his path beware."'Prosopopus' is a world apart. Silent, dark, essential. Carried away by force of this story without words, Nicolas de Crecy, drawing and narrative virtuoso, has made a thriller.
This new edition includes 16 pages of development sketches, drawings, and page layouts.