While I'm traveling around California for work, I thought I'd take a look at some covers that seem too similar for mere coincidence! Check in later this week for reviews of The Traitor's Daughter by Paula Brandon, Shadow Prowler by Alexey Pehov, and Miserere by Teresa Frohock. If I have a particularly productive flight home there might also be a review for Robert Holdestock's classic, Mythago Wood. You never know!
Would you like an apple? It will attract supernatural creatures and help keep your husband from wandering. It also keep you from starving last time I checked. I have absolutely no idea what the apple represents in either of these ridiculous covers. Given Myers' background I imagine it has something to do with the "forbidden fruit". Really? Give me a break. #TooLiteral
So, let me see if I've got this straight. We've got two guys sort of straddling a rocket. The title of one is Manseed and the other is The Secret of Saturn's "Rings". Ok, I added the emphasis quotes around rings, but still... I think I see what's going on here. Salt Lake City and the FCC do not approve!
This items have wolves on them which makes them intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I really look at it, that's when the magic happened. I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the books in my hands and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my books that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at the moon' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called meth. I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-book shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my books, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf covers. (Credit to B. Govern's brilliant review of the 'Three Wolf' T-Shirt')
I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my books, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf covers. (Credit to B. Govern's brilliant review of the 'Three Wolf' T-Shirt')
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