What really worries me is the giant ghostly trilobite hovering over all of that. Is it some kind of dragonsaurus god? Apparently it didn’t create vertebrates in its own image. But then, neither did the Flying Spaghetti Monster, so perhaps that’s okay.
“A Time for Dragons”, it turns out, is merely the first part of an unfinished six-book series, titled “The Time for Dragons Series”. The dragons are in fact “meat-eating reptiles from Earth’s distant past”, who conquer the present world by means of “dragon death bombs”, then proceed to transform it into something resembling the Cretaceous Period. To complicate matters, though, the anti-dragon resistance is described as a “war against alien tyranny”. Dinos? Dragons? Aliens? Never mind, the really important thing is that it features not only “gun fights with dragons” but “hand-to-hand combat with a Tyrannosaurus rex”. What more could you ask?
This cover is AWESOME! Laser dinos! Trilobyte motherships! I would read this in a heartbeat. Let’s give the author the benefit of the doubt and say that he wanted to call it “A Time for Dinosaurs,” but the publishers thought it sounded too much like one of those short movies on paleontology meant for third graders. Also, Anne McCaffery’s books were selling well at the time and ACE wanted to giver her some competition.
Feck, I would not want to be one of the ” four young warriors” going up against those badass dinodragons. (For your information, iOS autocorrect tried to change that to “dingo dragons”, which has really got me thinking)
Small wonder the series was never finished — the cover is missing the standard copy:
1. “New York Times Best Selling Author”
2. “Beginning His Best Series Ever”
3. “First Time In Print!”
4. “Part One Of the TIME FOR DRAGONS Saga”
5. A quote from Orson Scott Card: “If this doesn’t have a sequel, I’m gonna #%&*ing eat my special Mormon underpants!”
Now that is an effective cover. Whether it is accurate to a scene in the book or wildly misplaced conjecture on the part of the artist, this would have stopped the teenage me in my tracks. I would have been irresistably compelled to pick it up, and if it sounded even vaguely cool I would have bought it. And if, I say IF, the story was any good at all I would not have been upset to find the cover less than wholly accurate. At most I might think the artist wasn’t working from the same story. But I would still think ‘Dinosuars with freakin’ lasers! Damnit!’