Zelde sees no reason to cover up in the harsh vacuum of space.
If the bees are that big, he can have Venus.
I always thought having a dog on mars would be...more fun.
Of all the WTF going on in this cover, the thing that concerns me the most: Where the hell is her other leg?
Oil-seal is too slippery for even semi-transparent beings to ride.
The cover art is giving me some weird ideas of what this book is about, and the title isn't helping either.
I'm thinking this is one of those stories of my life I'd rather not remember.