Oo-er Missus

SPLAT!

We get one last eerie visual out of a looming, oil-covered Snow-King before the big guy finally gets put on ice. So long, Torg. You were stone cold ugly but you fire on the mic.

Oddly enough, we end on a page that I definitely don't think was inked by Everett. Deadline issues? Who's to say? The script sticks the landing, though, as Namor privately acknowledges the landlubbers' moxie. A solid ending to a highly enjoyable comic book.

This was SUCH a fun read - it's great to see Everett return to his classic creation at the height of his storytelling powers, making some interesting choices and showing off some deeply cool techniques that hold up half a century down the line. Whatta legend.