In this version of the Daedalus and Icarus story, McDermott returns to the lush sun and earth colors of Arrow to the Sun, but adds a good share of sparkling Aegean blue and a dramatic black background for his blue and violet labyrinth. As usual, he is best at semi-abstract backgrounds--the gorgeous skyline of a seacoast town; the Greek-inspired blocks that constitute the labyrinth--and totally unsuccessful at investing his figures with either power or pathos. His depiction of the scorched Icarus falling, head first and wings aflame, is apt; but it is set, characteristically, in the center of an inflated sequence of five essentially wordless double-page displays which tend to undermine that one effective image. As usual too, McDermott's writing suffers from a touch of grandiloquence and an absence of warmth, and as usual the visual spectacle tends lo overwhelm the story. Overall, both the telling and the pictures have a distancing effect.