What do you have to teach us today, Mr. Cl-AAAAAAAHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
At least this book's up front about it.
I was never a huge Monkees fan either, but that's a little harsh.
Because if there's any part of your body that doesn't need protection, it's your chest.
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.
Arguing with a giant reptile monster? Probably not the smartest idea.
I don't know what's more confusing, the dragon coming out of the woman's dress or those awkward hand gestures everyone's making.
Old Man Yells at Cloud.
For a real funny image, imagine that dragon trying to put that body armor on.
A giant Jar Jar? Truly the stuff of nightmares.
He's our only hope for survival? We're doomed.
Hell breaking loose can't possibly be any worse than this cover art.
You've somehow gotten a giant clock stuck around your neck and your first instinct is to lick it?
Robot opera is so bad you don't think about getting dressed. You just run.
Yo world, I heard you desire people. So we put people in your people so you can desire while you desire.
The Well of Souls appears to be in some sort of insurance office. Never would've guessed that.