I can't look at this cover without imagining him going, "Wheeeeeeeee!"
Is he saving her from the bat-things, or handing her over?
Oil-seal is too slippery for even semi-transparent beings to ride.
Zelde sees no reason to cover up in the harsh vacuum of space.
With a cover like this, Time Ninja has to be either the greatest book ever written, or the worst. There is no in between.
Alright, I'll be the hero. But only if the robot agrees to put on some underwear.
I always thought having a dog on mars would be...more fun.