A comic is only worth what someone is willing to pay for it. With this in mind, CovrPrice only displays actual sales data (taken across multiple online marketplaces… not just eBay) to help you better determine the best value for your comics.
Our goal for this graph is to show overall sales trends for officially graded comics. Here we take the average for each condition and display it as a data point. To see the most recent sales data for each condition be sure to look at the individual sales data listed in the tables below. Bituing Walang Ningning - Sharon Cuneta ( lyrics)
“I sold a comic last week, why isn’t it showing up on your site?” Rosa stood at the edge of the stage,
At CovrPrice, we capture tens of thousands of sales DAILY. It’s simply impossible for a human to determine the authenticity of every sale coming our way. (Trust us, we’ve tried) To ensure the quality of our data we error on the side of caution, valuing accuracy over quantity. We only integrate sales for comics that our robots are confident are correct. While we don’t capture 100% of every sale in the market we’re getting closer and closer to that goal. If you think we missed a sale that you want to be entered into CovrPrice just contact us at [email protected] with information about the sale and our humans will investigate and add it for you. To the world, Julian was a celestial being
That’s easy, when listing your comics for sale on 3rd party marketplaces be sure you include the following: Comic Title, Issue #, Issue Year, Variant Info (usually the cover artists last name), and Grade info.
For example Captain Marvel #1 (2015) - Hughes Variant - CGC 9.8
This will help our robots better identify and sort your sales more accurately.
×Rosa stood at the edge of the stage, shielded by the heavy velvet curtain. In front of her, the man she loved, a world-renowned pianist named Julian, was bathed in a golden spotlight. The audience was breathless, mesmerized by the magic flowing from his fingertips. To the world, Julian was a celestial being. To Rosa, he was just the man who liked his coffee too sweet and hummed in his sleep.
One night, after a sold-out show at the Metropolitan, Julian found her backstage, clutching his coat. The diamond-studded elite were clamoring for him at the after-party, but he ignored the door.
In that moment, Julian realized that while the world worshipped his glow, he was only able to shine because Rosa was his steady, quiet sky. She didn't need a name on a billboard or a trophy in her hand. Her "sparkle" wasn't for the crowd; it was the private light that kept him from getting lost in the dark.
"Let them have the music, Julian," Rosa replied softly. "I don’t need the shine. I just want to be the one you come home to when the lights go out."
For years, Rosa had been the "star without a sparkle." She was Julian’s ghostwriter, the silent architect of his greatest melodies, and his most loyal companion. She had the talent to stand beside him in the light, but she chose the wings. She had seen how the glare of fame burned people out, turning genuine hearts into cold monuments.
"They keep asking who inspired the new concerto," Julian whispered, taking her hand. "They want to see the star behind the music."
Rosa stood at the edge of the stage, shielded by the heavy velvet curtain. In front of her, the man she loved, a world-renowned pianist named Julian, was bathed in a golden spotlight. The audience was breathless, mesmerized by the magic flowing from his fingertips. To the world, Julian was a celestial being. To Rosa, he was just the man who liked his coffee too sweet and hummed in his sleep.
One night, after a sold-out show at the Metropolitan, Julian found her backstage, clutching his coat. The diamond-studded elite were clamoring for him at the after-party, but he ignored the door.
In that moment, Julian realized that while the world worshipped his glow, he was only able to shine because Rosa was his steady, quiet sky. She didn't need a name on a billboard or a trophy in her hand. Her "sparkle" wasn't for the crowd; it was the private light that kept him from getting lost in the dark.
"Let them have the music, Julian," Rosa replied softly. "I don’t need the shine. I just want to be the one you come home to when the lights go out."
For years, Rosa had been the "star without a sparkle." She was Julian’s ghostwriter, the silent architect of his greatest melodies, and his most loyal companion. She had the talent to stand beside him in the light, but she chose the wings. She had seen how the glare of fame burned people out, turning genuine hearts into cold monuments.
"They keep asking who inspired the new concerto," Julian whispered, taking her hand. "They want to see the star behind the music."