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| thistle salad - 000600 - prison planet | Tom Amala: That sounds like some heavy fairy tale shit. A smart man would not get involved with shit like that.
/ Haviland Stewart: Imagine how I feel. When I came to the City to study, I was embarrassed about my background. My father was a small town mechanic. A good man, but not a very clever one. / Haviland... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000600.htm |
| thistle salad - 000601 - prison planet | Haviland Stewart: I had six older brothers and fifty four cousins whose lives stretched back through all the ages of men and every one of them, whether they were heroes, villains, theives, princes or wizards, died in some kind of monumental tragedy carried to them on the wings of myth. But on the other... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000601.htm |
| thistle salad - 000602 - anna bloom wakes up | [[Ivan Churney, carrying unconscious Anna in his arms, comes face-to-face with Eliza.]]
/ Eliza Jane Rowlock: Ivan! I'm so glad you're here! I think Anna's in some kind of troub--- er... / [[Ivan frowns.]]
/ Eliza Jane Rowlock: um... / Ivan Churney: Well? What is it now?
/ Eliza Jane Rowlock: N-n-nev... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000602.htm |
| thistle salad - 000603 - anna bloom wakes up | Lena Gwenith: We're done here, right? It didn't work and it's over, right? We leave Bloom alone?
/ Trace Flood: I don't know. Danny's thinking. / Lena Gwenith: Feh. Wonderful. Now we'll be here all night. It's not like he has anything to think with. / Lena Gwenith: [explitive]! What's to think about?... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000603.htm |
| thistle salad - 000604 - anna bloom wakes up | [[Ivan Churney tucks Anna Bloom into bed.]]
/ Eliza Jane Rowlock: Is she going to be all right?
/ Ivan Churney: She should be, once she gets some sleep. / Ivan Churney: And what about you, Miss Rowlock? What trouble have you gotten yourself into?
/ Eliza Jane Rowlock: I'm... it's nothing. Really
/ Ivan... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000604.htm |
| thistle salad - 000605 - big tiger | John Rask: A stone speaker! You know, I could make a meal of your heart and tongue and take that gift for myself. / Cybil Lattimer: You wouldn't dare. / John Rask: Surely you can't think as well of me as all that. / Cybil Lattimer: Oh, I don't. But I think a wounded man who can barely stand, stranded... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000605.htm |
| thistle salad - 000606 - big tiger | [[John Rask is about to fall over.]]
/ John Rask: * Ugh.
/ Cybil Lattimer: Hey! Do you think you can untie me before you lose consciousness? / [[a raven lands nearby]] / John Rask: I never... I never liked pragmatists. Still I suppose that I... that I won't need to tell you that... that... tiresome story... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000606.htm |
| thistle salad - 000607 - big tiger | [[John Rask is really about to fall over now]]
/ Cybil Lattimer: I'm sorry? [How could anyone see an invisible city?]
/ John Rask: [To see... see it in the mirror... in the... the light of the sun in the mirror.] Don't... don't think... I don't know... what's h-happening... / John Rask: [[Falling over]]... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000607.htm |
| thistle salad - 000608 - big tiger | [[Cybil Lattimer is sitting down tied to a tree. Small red gems (rubies) are starting to appear scattered across the front of her shirt.]]
/ Cybil Lattimer: Wonderf-- / [[Close up of Cybil's mouth where another red gem has just appeared between her lips.]] / [[A raven appears hovering in the air in... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000608.htm |
| thistle salad - 000609 - big tiger | Raven Girl: (speaking another language) I can't believe you! I could have lost an eye! / Cybil Lattimer: (speaking another language) Then go be a... a carrion crow somewhere else! That man isn't dead! / Goat Monkey Princess: (speaking another language) [[standing over John Rask with a knife]] Ah, but... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000609.htm |
| thistle salad - 000610 - last straws: epilogue | Ginger: So you're the one behind all this. What do I owe you for the resurrection.
/ Drew Carter: Miss, like the doctor, I am only hired help. I was paid to find you, fix you-- / Drew Carter: [[presenting Ginger with the cane]] --and give you this. / Ginger: You can't be serious!
/ Drew Carter: You recognize... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000610.htm |
| thistle salad - 000611 - last straws: epilogue | [[The shadow behind Ginger is gradually becoming more... solid.]]
/ Ginger: ...
/ Drew Carter: You won't take the cane? / Ginger: No. and why would I want it? First of all, I know for a fact that there are people out there who would kill me just for carrying that. And it belonged to a magician, but it's... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000611.htm |
| thistle salad - 000612 - last straws: epilogue | [[It turns out the shadowy figure resolves into Gwen Zvesti]]
/ Ginger: Look, maybe I should just go back to the hospital anyway. Whatever this is- if it involves the Red Man, it's probably a bad idea. / Gwen Zvesti: But there has to be a place kept in this world for even the bad ideas. / Ginger: Oh... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000612.htm |
| thistle salad - 000613 - last straws: epilogue | Ginger: Seriously, Gwen, what is this all about?
/ Gwen Zvesti: [[takes the cane from Drew Carter]] Well, ah, remember how I said I'd never ask for anything more from you? / Ginger: [[looking at her prosthetic hands]] Do you really think I have anything left to give? / Ginger: No, really, just tell... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000613.htm |
| thistle salad - 000614 - last straws: epilogue | Ginger: Oh, what the hell. Give it over. / Ginger: [[takes the cane]] I mean, everyone I know is either dead or has disappeared into prison or the ether or whatever. If there ever was a time to be someone else... / Ginger: Besides, how else am I gonna find out what's worse than finding, blinding and... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000614.htm |
| thistle salad - 000615 - last straws: epilogue | Drew Carter: You can't trust anyone.
/ Haviland Stewart: No. You really- /
/ Haviland Stewart: [[smashes the mirror with a wrench]] -can't!
/ Drew Carter: Ah! / Drew Carter: What was that about?
/ Haviland Stewart: The last thing I need in this house is a mirror that thinks it's a portal to another dimension. / Drew... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000615.htm |
| thistle salad - 000616 - last straws: epilogue | Haviland Stewart: Margaret, what did I tell you?
/ Margaret Stewart: As I recall, you told me I'd never be able to get the drop on him, so I think you owe me lunch. / Haviland Stewart: Well, congratulations. And now we've started negotiations on entirely the wrong foot.
/ Drew Carter: Stewart, what the... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000616.htm |
| thistle salad - 000617 - last straws: epilogue | Haviland Stewart: Margaret, Let him go.
/ [[Margaret does, and in the background of the next few panels we see her trading in her claw for a more hand-like prosthetic]] / Drew Carter: What the- what the hell is this all about? / Haviland Stewart: Well, I am rather embarrassed to admit that this is all... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000617.htm |
| thistle salad - 000618 - last straws: epilogue | Drew Carter: You are trying to threaten me.
/ Haviland Stewart: No, and I doubt I'd be standing here with my throat intact if you really thought I was threatening you. / Haviland Stewart: I am attempting to make a point. I have two children and between them, they have one useable hand. This is not a... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000618.htm |
| thistle salad - 000619 - last straws: epilogue/ armageddon girl | [[Haviland Stewart addressing a glowering Drew Carter]]
/ Haviland Stewart: Know what I find very curious, Mr. Carter? You sell things that you kill, steal or find. Your business is high risk, but does not require any capital. I know you get paid in cash, but you prefer to pay others in favors and merchandise.... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000619.htm |
| thistle salad - 000620 - armageddon girl | [[Turns out the shadowy figure menacing Drew Carter is Detective Hazel Silverton, accompanied by a woman wrapped up a motorcycle jacket and helmet, presumably her assistant.]]
/ Drew Carter: Is that a joke? You know I don't speak fascist.
/ Detective Hazel Silverton: Maybe you should consider learning... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000620.htm |
| thistle salad - 000621 - armageddon girl | Detective Hazel Silverton: Yeah. You don't see a lot of guys running around killing people with swords, do you?
/ Drew Carter: Actually, I do. / Detective Hazel Silverton: Okay, yes, but you are a specialist.
/ Drew Carter: Yeah, and I think if I had the sword that did this, I could name my gods-damn... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000621.htm |
| thistle salad - 000622 - armageddon girl | Detective Hazel Silverton [[to her assistant]]: I should call this in. Make sure the career criminal here doesn't do anything untoward, huh? / Drew Carter: So... you're Molly Shue under that, aren't you? Having a bad day?
/ Molly Shue: Of course it's me, Drew. And you know all my days are bad. / Drew... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000622.htm |
| thistle salad - 000623 - armageddon girl | Drew Carter: Molly, it's just-- there's a vast difference between being normal and acting normal.
/ Molly Shue: What? Are you offering to give me lessons or something? You're no better at this than I am. / [[Molly picks up the murder victim's purse.]]
/ Drew Carter: At least I can stand out here, in the... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000623.htm |
| thistle salad - 000624 - armageddon girl | Kate Raskolnikov: I'll have you know that there's a lot more to racketeering than just breaking legs. It's not all violent--
/ Gwen Zvesti: uh, Katya-- er, Kate- / D.B. Bartlow: So, if this is the staff, what about those two heavies by the front door?
/ Gwen Zvesti: Oh, they don't belong to us, they're... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000624.htm |
| thistle salad - 000625 - other people's sins | [[a soldier sits on a bench, reading a book]] / [[someone is holding a gun to the man's head]] / Victori Carslyle: I am so, so sorry about this. / [[John Diondel magics the soldier into a wall.]] / John Diondel: This is a waste of time. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000625.htm |
| thistle salad - 000626 - other people's sins | Victori Carslyle (to John Diondel): [[pointing]] What you're looking for- it- it's not far- just down this hall. / Victori Carslyle: Vic, you can do this. You're going to get what you came for. And it's going to be worth it. It's going to be worth everything. / Victori Carslyle: Only, I wish--
/ [[Victori... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000626.htm |
| thistle salad - 000627 - armageddon girl | [[Steven Delmar intro page]]
/ [[Steven is holding the (very young) Julian Flood/ Delmar]]
/ Steven Delmar: -I only wish I knew I was doing the right thing. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000627.htm |
| thistle salad - 000628 - armageddon girl | Tess Miller: Sir, I brought you some more- / [[seeing that Danny has, uh, regained his sanity- or, at least, his sobriety]]
/ Tess Miller: Ah. / Tess Miller: Sir? Er, about Flood, sir, if there's anything I can do--? / Danny Relston: Do? There's nothing to be done.
/ [[the newspaper he's hiding behind,... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000628.htm |
| thistle salad - 000629 - armageddon girl | Steven Delmar: Though I can't imagine what my wife is going to think-
/ Cita: She's going to wonder how you got so soft, Steven. / Cita: Still picking up strays, big brother? Your heart is going to land you in trouble. / Steven Delmar: So? I thought you decided we were enemies. And stop calling me that.... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000629.htm |
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