To almost every other comic book professional alive right now: Terry Moore is kicking your ass. He is writing, illustrating, lettering and publishing his own title on a regular basis, and it’s awesome. He’s running rings around some of you fellows and ladies who can’t get your pencils done on time, even relying on finishes and layouts by other artists. This is a master of several crafts. Not just artistically, but writing as well.

And genres? Forgeddaboudit!
Romantic comedy? – Nailed it.
Sci-fi? Nailed it.
Horror? In the process of friggin’ nailing it.

There are comic professionals that are beloved by fans, and then there are comic professionals that are beloved by other comic professionals. That is to say, Moore is someone to look at to see how it gets done.

As a life-long fan of the horror genre, I have found it difficult to get into “horror comics”. There is some element lost in the translation. A lack of atmosphere, of anxiety that is usually supplied by music (or lack of music), timing, subtle emotional beats, etc. Static images on a page have, in the past, failed to provide me with the anticipation and the feeling of dread that horror films put forth. Somehow, Terry Moore has properly translated these elements onto the drawn page.

Almost every page ratchets up the tension in some form or another, to the point that I’m getting a little worried about the pay off! How can Moore possibly provide us with a satisfactory wrap-up to this story that appropriately answers all of my questions? It’s starting to feel like LOST, in that regard. But I have faith. He hasn’t let me down once in the (almost) 2 decades I’ve been reading his work.

I feel uncomfortable providing a synopsis here, as what I recount will only serve to diminish the story’s effect on the reader. Suffice it to say, if you like Terry Moore, or horror books, or just well crafted art, this is for you.