“After that, I started walking. I walked aimlessly for over an hour, through the driving rain. The pedestrianized centre of Ashbury was mine alone. I decided, somewhere along the walk, that I have to do something. I have to make amends for being insufficient.”
–Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train, 2015
IT’S AS IF PART OF THE SKY HAD TURNED TO LIVING FLAME. BEFORE THEIR EYES, A BLOOD-HUED BEAM OF ENERGY LANCES UPWARD FROM THE MUSEUM AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE, WASHING THE LANDSCAPE IN ANGRY, GARISH SHADES OF CRIMSON. SOMEONE NEAR PETER SCREAMS. A GRIM-FACED POLICE SERGEANT CROSSES HIMSELF, MUTTERS A PRAYER. TO HIM — TO MANY AROUND HIM — LOOKING INTO THAT TERRIBLE LIGHT IS LIKE LOOKING THROUGH THE GATES OF PERDITION.
–Chris Claremont, MARVEL TEAM-UP, Vol. 1, No. 79, “Sword of the She-Devil,” 1979