For as the series began Kitty Pryde was still mourning the death of her old flame, Peter Rasputin AKA Colossus. Helped in no small part by having a consistently impressive single artist rather than at-times barely readable companions on Morrison's travels, Whedon delivered sharply timed reversal after reversal, of which there are several here, each of which confounded expectations he'd carefully set up with surprises which were equally well constructed when you went back and looked.įeatures the single finest use of telepathy I've ever come across (one such reversal), and concludes with the biggest reversal of all. I had my doubts when Whedon was given Grant Morrison's set-up to play with, but he grasped the baton, ran full-pelt and won gold medal by a visible distance. Brilliant, beautiful and tremendously cruel.
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