Zelde sees no reason to cover up in the harsh vacuum of space.
Alright, I'll be the hero. But only if the robot agrees to put on some underwear.
Is he saving her from the bat-things, or handing her over?
With a cover like this, Time Ninja has to be either the greatest book ever written, or the worst. There is no in between.
The cover art is giving me some weird ideas of what this book is about, and the title isn't helping either.
Oil-seal is too slippery for even semi-transparent beings to ride.
I'm thinking this is one of those stories of my life I'd rather not remember.