Of all the WTF going on in this cover, the thing that concerns me the most: Where the hell is her other leg?
Zelde sees no reason to cover up in the harsh vacuum of space.
I'm thinking this is one of those stories of my life I'd rather not remember.
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.
With a cover like this, Time Ninja has to be either the greatest book ever written, or the worst. There is no in between.
If the bees are that big, he can have Venus.