Hello! Welcome to Shores of Night, where I talk about probably far too many things for a blog, and where today we're talking about the character John Constantine. Last time I wrote about My Issues With Superheroes , and why I'm moving away from reading their adventures. In that piece, I mentioned my love for John, though I admit it's a relationship that's had its wobbles over the decades. The biographical bit is that I discovered John in 1994, in a one-shot written by Jamie Delano just after the Garth Ennis run had finished. I was hooked from page one. It felt different to everything else I'd read: raw, exciting, full of a deep, sarcastic voice. It chimed not only with who I was at the time, but also with the country I came from. More than that, the story was small, intimate even, worlds away from the superhero epics I was used to, in the best possible way. John was smart, and he had a sort of sleazy charm I wasn't used to seeing. He cared about people, not ...