Death doesn't just become John Constantine--it shadows the poor bastard's every step, from his home turf of London to the streets of San Francisco. What's more, it has a nasty habit of striking where the DC Universe's street-level sorcerer least expects it--like his dreams.
After waking from a vengeful drunken nightmare, Constantine finds that a real-life murder has been committed. Could he have done the deed himself in a blacked-out rage? Or is some sinister force turning his subconscious mi...