It was around 4:00 a.m. seven years ago. . . . The air was damp, and above the horizon the lights of midtown Manhattan melted into a misty gray wall. Nick Andors, the creator of A FROZEN WORLD, was sitting in a diner on 58th St. & Eighth Ave., long since closed, trying to keep his eyes open drinking a cup of coffee. He wasn't used to these hours. On the other occasions he had been up at this time of day, he was either walking from his bed to the bathroom, or stumbling drunk; in either instance, he wasn't in the best state of mind to soak up the atmosphere. As he sat there, it all of a sudden dawned on him how unique this time of day was. The illusion of night had not been broken by the early morning rush, and although it was dark, and the streets were desolate, it wasn't night, it was the beginning of a new day. He asked the waiter for a pen and grabbed a napkin to write on. The words he wrote were these: "It's my favorite time, when the sky is black, and it seems like night in every respect, only it's not.... It's the beginning of a new day." This became the opening line of A FROZEN WORLD.

The graphic novel A FROZEN WORLD was created by New York City born and bred artist Nick Andors. His vision of "Irongates," the urban hell where A FROZEN WORLD takes place, was greatly inspired by his hometown. Although the characters and circumstances are all fiction in the most fantastical and exaggerated sense of the word, they were spawned by his fascination with the pulsating energy that charged the New York City of his youth. As a young kid, the buildings and people seemed so much larger, their stories so much more amazing, the worn marks on their skin and cracks in the concrete, so much deeper. Maybe it was because he was viewing them through the distorted lens of a child's eyes, or maybe it was because the city was truly a different place then; either way, the impression it made on his psyche was indelible.

A FROZEN WORLD is an homage of sorts to the feeling of madness that permeated the city during that era. Back then, it manifested itself in crackheads and dense layers of graffiti on trains and walls. Though it added a bitter taste to the Big Apple, it also added flavor that looms like a phantom spice on the palate of anyone who tasted it.