Though not as big as Manhattan's gargantuan, multi-floor Midtown Comics, Comic Relief rivals its neighborhood booksellers — Pegasus and Moe's, (the latter of which it was modeled after) — in size, but with one crucial difference: There's pictures on nearly every page. And we're not just talking DC and Marvel, tights-wearing super-dudes (though they're here, too). Just like at a more traditional indie megastore, there's books of every type, from the Pulitzer Prize-winning classic Maus and National Book Critics Circle-nominated Fun Home, to underground demigods Hernandez and Crumb and new heroes like Julie Doucet and Jeffrey Brown (and all the Clowes and Kochalkas in between); from non-superhero series like Local and Strangers in Paradise to fantasy epics like Neil Gaiman's Sandman series; from manga to erotica; and well, basically, everything else that falls into that magical, long undervalued space between prose and cinema. Sadly, the store's cofounder and longtime proprietor, Rory Root, died this May at the age of fifty. But he did live long enough to see the rest of the world catch up to his vision — that one day comics would be considered a form of art.