Now hold your horses - I know you want to click the cut and see what the fuss is all about - but please read this: The comics industry is in a state of perpetual decline. Please buy the issue. It's well worth it, well worth getting teary-eyed and feeling for yourself that old lump in the throat and crinkling the pages when it gets to be "too much."
(I did all of that.)
This is not the whole of it. There is, as mentioned, a very pretty Sinister, some habitual Emma/Kitty snark, a naked Sam Guthrie and Cyclops showing his mettle. It is wonderfully drawn, and... guh. For the spread alone, I'd need a box of Kleenex. (And you should see the spread as a spread. Dude - Marvel's merchandising people need to make that into a poster.)
Without further ado...
O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
Warning: Spoilers, not sial-up safe, huge freaking images, get a pillow to scream into if you think you'll wake up your house with the squee.












It makes my chest feel funny. *points to heart* Right here. *sniffle*

