The final chapter of the book is titled "The Marriage of Quasimodo," and it ends, disturbingly, thus:

"About a year and a half or two years after the events with which this history concludes, when search was made in the vault of Montfaucon for the body of Olivier le Daim, who had been hung two days previously, and to whom Charles VIII. had granted the favour to be interred in better company at St. Laurent, among these hideous car- cases were found two skeletons in a singular posture. One of these skeletons, which was that of a female, had still upon it some fragments of a dress that had once been white, and about the neck was a necklace of the seeds of adrezarach, and a little silk bag braided with green beads, which was open and empty. These things were of so little value that the hangman no doubt had not thought it worth his while to take them. The other, by which this first was closely embraced, was the skeleton of a male. It was remarked that the spine was crooked, the head depressed between the shoulders, and one leg shorter than the other. There was however no rupture of the vertebrae of the neck, and it was evident that the person to whom it belonged had not been hanged. He must have come hither and died in the place. When those who found this skeleton attempted to disengage it from that which it held in its grasp, it crumbled to dust."

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Shadows that are LIGHTER than the sunlight which casts them.

sigh

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Jean continuing to declare (and display) her love for Scott all the time she's really got the hots of Logan ---- well, that doesn't cast the fair sex in the best of lights, does it?

Fact is, under Chris's hand and since, the X-Men became victims of their own success. Writers just kept digging and digging, looking for those "alternate interpretations" of established scenes.