Hilda is an absolute corker of a British series, by Luke Pearson, set in a modern-mythic Scandinavia. I’ve previously touched on it here, but was recently (and pleasantly) reminded, just now.

Specifically, these pages come from book four, Hilda and the Black Hound.

“We’re not invisible.” (what a friggin’ line)

From my POV (i.e. my perspective), it’s dang-ol’ rare to the point of vanishing that a series is magnificently simple & loverly on the surface, yet packed to the nines with excellent meaning and curiosity. Honestly, I’m not quite sure I’ve ever seen the like before across comics.

“Check it out if you can”
(that’s my little whisper mode, hehe)