The “bride” is either a somewhat masculine-looking woman or an alarmed crossdresser. Or, perhaps the devil finds transgender women attractive. Either way, she definitely looks *thrilled* at the seethrough-dress-over-white-bikini-with-fake-cow-horns outfit she’s been forced into.
Oh, and why’s it called “science fiction” on the front? From what I can see, this would be better classed as fantasy – the only SF article I see is the moon in back.
The cover text insists that this is “Science Fiction.” For some reason.
That publisher must’ve had some strange editorial policies:
“Mr. Dinsdale, Sir, how do we present this new title?”
“As Science Fiction!”
“But it’s about devil worshippers and occultism…”
“Like I said — Science Fiction!”
“And we’d like your take on how to market our next big summer release, ‘Michael Winner’s Best Soup Recipes’…”
“But it’s a cook book, Sir!”
“Haven’t you seen that Twilight Zone episode, ‘To Serve Man’? About a cook book? Science Fiction!”
“All right… and your wife called to remind you to buy theater tickets to the ‘Hamlet’ premiere this weekend…”
“Ah yes. Shakespeare — England’s best Science Fiction writer!”
*tap tap tap* ‘I married an alien monster from heaven…by…Lucy Pherr.’ *tap tap tap* ‘Chapter One’ *tap tap tap* ‘In the far distant future, there was a little goblin named…um…Ovis Reddenbacher McNichol IV…’