This telling of Herakles shows a demigod who may be able to run nonstop for a full year, punch flesh-eating beasts into unconsciousness with just one blow of his giant fists, break stones the size of homes, and defeat small armies on his own. At the same time, he is also man who can be a slave to his rage, is literally weighed down by ghosts from his past, is a bit of a lumbering, simple doof, and time and time again finds himself in the most tragicomic of situations.

To put it another way, despite his strength and fantastic feats, he's hardly the dashing hero type. This is perhaps the most human depiction of the great mythological figure I've ever seen, which (along with the artwork) makes this an incredibly enjoyable read. I greatly look forward to the next book in the series.

This is the most boring retelling of Hercules I have come across. Each labour was drawn out with too many panels of ill looking illustrations.