I think this may be, by some slim margin, the best cover of Amazing Spider-Man, the Marvel title that began publication in 1963. I'm going to include cover credits, where I know them. This one's by John Romita, Jr. I hope this brings back so many memories, or is at least very fun for fans of Spidey and comics in general! ASM #226 This has got to be one of Marvel's best covers of the decade! From 'Daydreams'- isn't this hilarious? Jonah in a track suit AND smoking a cigar. It's John Romita, Jr. again. You just can't leave out this dramatic second part of the most famous single Spider-Man storyline of the 80s, Kraven's Last Hunt. The mini-series was drawn by Mike Zeck and, I believe, inked by Bob Wiacek. It ran across all three Spider-Man titles, each week! Early Frank Miller cover href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ADdv9Nhod6AHxpJSSWIHvCuVfdO_McIK0qJQ2DFHZ_hoz2tQXnjIpplC_3Rvfi1mXo3BD...

The next day, they returned to Aurora, to get directions to the hangout Sarah told them about. She said she hoped to see them there Thursday night. They also helped themselves to a deep purple cloak, a scarlet hair bow, and a stack of Zon, Cosmic Knight From Beyond comic books for a dime apiece. (Art, Lue Lyron -after Sal Buscema) That night, and for several afterwards, they lie reading them, butt-to-butt, on the palette they had made from blankets, on the living room floor. Save for the lawn chair Troy had brought them, there were never any furnishings, except for the shower curtain they bought in the drug store on the first floor. Sometimes they snuggled up to read just one, together, narrating aloud. Gina enjoyed the Shakespearean flavored dialogue of the cyborg Zon, as well as his tormented, unrequited love for Sandy Davis, as he defended her small West Virginia town from disguised aliens that fit into the unsuspecting lives of Clairionville. His mission to clear Earth o...

Two days later, the phone rang. It was his dear college friend Von, wishing him a happy wedding. “Hey, what’s up?” Von started. You could never have guessed English was his second language. A steady diet of American and British programs, and liberal use around his home in Sri Lanka, had prepared him well for his American trip. After his initial shyness led him to be dubbed “The Brown Recluse,” he never missed a chance to come to the drawing room or the bars and diners on the Strip and socialize. “So Peter Parker’s found his Mary Jane?” “She’s in my web, Von.” “Well, don’t let her slip away,” he quipped. “No bridge diving without a bungee! Although I can understand a girl diving off the George Washington Bridge to get away from your diatribes.” “Aw, get stuffed, Von. She’s such a sweet, down-to-Earth chick. I can’t wait for you to meet her. We met last month.” “Wait, are you doing this for a green card or something?” joked Von. “Yes, and I rushed the date before...

Eternal space gives way to night upon a world I’ve never seen Yet danger’s hot trails of radiant evil from the dark of distant galaxy Pulls me from eternity to a nightside earthfall. My pure Planadium armor gift again has brought me my enemy’s door Which I seek where ne’er I walked before. My heart sings not in vengeance as I flame into the sky below. My will craves no adventure as my landing smashes the ground with a crystallizing blow. I am here. Nothing can stop me. My analyzer: created to detect the Dire Wraiths, whate’er shape they shift My translator: created for communication’s drift My neutralizer: created to banish the Dire Wraiths to a nether realm where their evil can harm none living. Until my last outpost is secure, there is no humanity of Rom for giving. The ingenious nature of that which has flown me by the heart of suns Stands me stead in battle, turned the Death Wing from Galador by our spaceknight-given hands: No limit has yet been found for my spirit. Nobody feels th...

Continues from http://integr8dfix.blogspot.com/2010/05/iron-man-avengers.html (copy link) Iron Man's repulsor nearly tracks the lithe form, twisting out of reach atop his flying discs. While Iron Man doesn't recognize Midnight Sun as a former pawn of Fu Manchu, he finds the physical skill a nuisance to his plan to quickly knock him out before he can draw another bead on Hawkeye. With the two of them to fill the air with peril, however, Midnight Sun can't attack either of them, and so he speeds into a crevice, almost vanishing before the naked eye, as Hawkeye's last arrow travels in a near-perfect arc to pulverise the stones beside the speeding criminal, who is showered by loose dirt and stones. He plunges within the mountain with Iron Man in hot pursuit. Sabretooth roars, right in the face of the She Hulk, whose eyebrows arch as though disappointed. She then roars back, and says, "happy?" He sniffs the air, says, "no sweat." She connects much ...

Meet Sgt. Holt--- changed forever by a Valkyrie who came to him at death's threshold but spared his life-- one destined to someday collide with Captain America! Iron Man! Mighty Thor! She Hulk! Hawkeye! STAN LEE WOULD PRESENTs IF HE COULD: THE mighty Avengerz ! THIS Sherpa IS VERY NERVOUS. When Ruali took this job, he was pretty sure this man known as Creel was a hardened criminal---but the money was good enough, and the implied threat made refusal seem a flirtation with disaster. When the Frenchman and the savage whose accent was vaguely North American joined the party, Ruali was very sorry indeed that word had spread of his discovery, amidst the ancient rocks, of a relatively new disturbance, an idol as yet unseen, before a temple that seemed both ancient and ominously, immediately clawed from the bowels of the mountain. When the strange Irish-voiced man with the fierce dark features and his brawling companion came into sight and began to taunt the members of Rua...