
Masters of Terror, sure, was an all-reprint title, collecting material from Marvel's myriad horror/suspense comics from the early 70s, but what material it was!
For one measly buck, you got a lot of good material, all of it wrapped up in a cover by Jim Steranko and Gray Morrow! Wow!
First up is the cover feature, an adaptation of Theodore Sturgeon's "It!", the predecessor to later swamp-laden comics stars like Swamp Thing and Man-Thing, by Roy Thomas, Marie Severin, and Frank Giacoia:

Next is "The Horror From The Mound!" which is not set in the world of Baseball, but rather West Texas:

Next is "The Terrible Old Man", by Thomas and the art combo of Barry Smith (who was still in his Kirby phase at the time), Dan Adkins, and John Verpoorten; an H.P. Lovecraft tale about a creepy old man (as if Lovecraft would write a story about a not creepy old man).
Following that is, to me, the centerpiece of the book, "The Drifting Snow" by Tony Isabella Esteban Maroto:

Maroto turns in an absolutely fantastic art job, full of rich detail and startling compositions:
There's a text piece about the authors adapted in this issue, and then a Robert Bloch story, the uber-creepy "The Shambler From The Stars!":
...writer Rob Goulart and artists Jim Starlin and Tom Palmer (now there's an unusual combo!) do the story justice, and pull off an especially creepy finale.
The final story is the gripping "Yours Truly, Jack The Ripper!" by Ghoulart, Thomas, and the very spiffy art team of Gil Kane and Ralph Reese:
...Reese does a particularly nice job inking Kane; I'd love to see if they did more work together.
This story has one of the most downbeat, nasty endings I've ever seen, without any sort of moral uplift. And since this story ends the issue, without even any sort of text piece afterwards, its an especially nasty way to wrap up the book. Well done, Marvel!
Masters of Terror would only last two issues, sadly; maybe the all-reprints content turned off comics fans. Too bad, since they clearly pulled some of the best material they had together.


The final story is the gripping "Yours Truly, Jack The Ripper!" by Ghoulart, Thomas, and the very spiffy art team of Gil Kane and Ralph Reese:

This story has one of the most downbeat, nasty endings I've ever seen, without any sort of moral uplift. And since this story ends the issue, without even any sort of text piece afterwards, its an especially nasty way to wrap up the book. Well done, Marvel!
Masters of Terror would only last two issues, sadly; maybe the all-reprints content turned off comics fans. Too bad, since they clearly pulled some of the best material they had together.
