Mitriel Faywood

“Once upon a time, we fought demons together.
Now we are older, wiser.
We give our demons different names.
And no names at all.

This is not a story about growing up.
It is a story about thinking you had grown up already.
And finding it wasn’t that simple after all.”

 

Hopeless, Maine, Inheritance felt a lot like a dream. It pulled me into its world greedily, keeping me under its quirky, fascinating spell until I reached the last page and beyond. The style of storytelling was most intriguing. The pictures, the amazing little details, the mood like a nameless shadow rising from the pages often overtook the role of the words where those left off, connecting the scenes and revealing more than the writing alone would have been capable of.

There is a beautiful sadness leaking from the book, resonating the loss of love, as those close to your heart one way or the other disappear from your life and the chilling ache that creeps up on you in the silence they leave behind. The story paints a reflection of our own world, a curious place crawling with mysteries, one we cannot leave but are destined to keep searching for answers, trying to make sense of the ones we’re given, hoping they don’t conceal meanings we feared.

Despite the grim events there is a touch of warmness carefully hidden behind the interiors, it trickles through the spontaneous smiles and the mischievous dark humour. It unites us with the characters in the hope, that we can somehow make all that we’ve been given better, that happiness is not beyond reach and finding our ways through the many hardships of life isn’t, after all, entirely hopeless.

 

 Tom Brown deviantart gallery

Nimue Brown website

Hopeless Maine website