The Well of Souls appears to be in some sort of insurance office. Never would've guessed that.
This looks less like a badass sci-fi hero, and more like a guy who tried to cosplay as the badass sci-fi hero at the last minute.
You know, I think I still prefer David Bowie over the rooster-bear having an existential crisis.
Never before have I been so thankful that a book has won a Hugo award.
There must be a rule that the better/more important a science fiction author you are, the worse the cover art for your books has to be.
Now wandering in search of eye bleach.
"Hey. Having a moment here. Do you mind?"
Yeah... laughs. This might just be the scariest cover we've ever posted.
My one weakness! Being buried in sand!
There is a castle on a cloud.
I used to like to go there in my sleep.
'Til I was joined by this weird creep.
Farewell my castle on a cloud.
Four-armed man really really hates department store mannequins.
"What do you think, horse-giraffe-punk-elf? Shall we go to Bilbabalbabul?"
"Nah. Those people are weird."
Hey! Quit fondling the Ice Queen's globes!
Nothing impresses a lady on a first date like destroying a planet.
I knew giving cosmic beings habanero peppers was a mistake.
The sticker placement gives the cover art an uncomfortable new meaning. Of course any meaning at all is an improvement.