The poetry of the art aside, this dark, luscious, nocturnal fairy tale oozes with sensuous and playful language. Its like gunmetal and peppermint tea for the soul. ... read it now!

She writes fantasy comics and stories that ought to send me into a diabetic coma within about three panels. And yet not only do I read them without a hint of nausea, I actually get hooked on them. I mean, bad enough that she's turned a comic about a talking wombat in a world of magic into one of my favourite comics (that would be her Eisner-nominated "Digger" at Graphic Smash). But she's now created a couple of heavily-illustrated text stories, in children's book format, about an adorable little mouse-like creature with pink hearts on its forehead, and she's got me loving them. And it's not like I can defend myself by saying they're some kind of ironic deconstruction of kid's books, or sarcastically twisted parodies either. I mean, sure, they're drenched in subversive wit, and have the same dark edge to the artwork that Ursula always brings, but the sweetness is totally genuine. They're meant to bring a warm fuzzy glow to the cockles of my heart, and they actually DO. What am I, a 10-year-old girl? Sheesh. Thanks for robbing me of my manhood, Vernon. Now, I'm off to cuddle up with some peppermint tea and Rob Liefield comics. ... read it now!