This looks exactly like the cover of a notebook of a twelve year old girl. From 1977. “There’s a princess, and a pony. And everyone loves HER. Because she’s very brave.”
Hark, someone doth calls out to me. I shall turn thusly in the saddle, in the most awkward and back destroying manoeuver I can accomplish without falling onto my face, whilst holding this hawk. Keep riding forward noble steed whilst I look back longingly towards nothing in particular.
‘Unknown Artist’ Pshaw! That’s obviously Bruce Pennington in his ‘every planet is made of pastel-coloured coral or the middle of a well-sucked Crunchie bar’ period.
Which must be why you posted it on a Friday. Thank Crunchie!
I’m more puzzled about how long Neddy can hold that position without falling over – that tail must be really heavy to act as a counterweight.
Rachel J, it must be the effects of the anti-gravitational lake of lava that the horse is melting its rear hooves on. Second deduction: Hawkmistress is made of wax.
I’m thinking that day’s lesson at Unknown Artist School was “take your daughter or sister’s Barbie, sit it on one of her toy horses, adjust their joints however you fancy, and draw, draw, draw! Don’t forget to use colors appropriate to Barbie too!”
This couldn’t be more Bruce Pennington if it had a steam-train made of coral riding across a ruined city made of Edinburgh Rock and a priest with a huge collar and a flowing robe riding a spindly-legged Ox under a brown sky with a ringed planet (that’s really a skull).
August 30th, 2013 at 11:55 am
This looks exactly like the cover of a notebook of a twelve year old girl. From 1977. “There’s a princess, and a pony. And everyone loves HER. Because she’s very brave.”
August 30th, 2013 at 11:58 am
The ball bearings in her midriff were a hassle to maintain, but at least they allowed her to look back without turning her head.
August 30th, 2013 at 12:06 pm
FONTMISTRESS.
August 30th, 2013 at 12:54 pm
eHarmony has found a perfect match for Hawkmistress.
August 30th, 2013 at 1:04 pm
Napoleon called and he wants his horse back!
August 30th, 2013 at 1:05 pm
Is that Harry Potter’s owl on her arm?
August 30th, 2013 at 2:10 pm
@AR: WHAT arm??? 🙂
August 30th, 2013 at 2:12 pm
Hark, someone doth calls out to me. I shall turn thusly in the saddle, in the most awkward and back destroying manoeuver I can accomplish without falling onto my face, whilst holding this hawk. Keep riding forward noble steed whilst I look back longingly towards nothing in particular.
August 30th, 2013 at 3:57 pm
‘Unknown Artist’ Pshaw! That’s obviously Bruce Pennington in his ‘every planet is made of pastel-coloured coral or the middle of a well-sucked Crunchie bar’ period.
Which must be why you posted it on a Friday. Thank Crunchie!
I’m more puzzled about how long Neddy can hold that position without falling over – that tail must be really heavy to act as a counterweight.
August 30th, 2013 at 4:48 pm
You see, men? Multitasking.
August 30th, 2013 at 5:51 pm
@Tat 9—title maybe should be: “Hawkmistress: A Fallover Novel.”
“Hawkmistress”—is that a retelling of the Leda and the Swan myth? If so, perhaps not suitable for, well, anyone.
August 30th, 2013 at 6:29 pm
Amazing how the wind is affecting everything but the horses tail.
August 30th, 2013 at 8:11 pm
Let’s make our rebellious tween heroine who’s disguised herself as a boy to keep from being raped into a blonde damsel in a skirt. Or tights. Or both! And then show her horse trampling a Dali canvas.
August 31st, 2013 at 1:42 am
@Dead Stuff: You mean the horse that, according to the summary you found, is supposed to be black?
August 31st, 2013 at 2:06 am
Yes, that horse is really disturbing to look at. It’s as if its front section is levitating.
Ah, well, at least the cover designer left out the exclamation point. Not *all* interference is bad…
August 31st, 2013 at 6:28 am
I think there’s a face tree in the sand painting beneath the horse’s rear. At least I’m hoping it’s a sand painting . . .
September 1st, 2013 at 8:19 pm
Thanks Tat, it is very Penningtonesque.
Rachel J, it must be the effects of the anti-gravitational lake of lava that the horse is melting its rear hooves on. Second deduction: Hawkmistress is made of wax.
October 8th, 2013 at 8:17 pm
I see a giant dead lizard in the red sand.
August 9th, 2017 at 6:11 am
I’m thinking that day’s lesson at Unknown Artist School was “take your daughter or sister’s Barbie, sit it on one of her toy horses, adjust their joints however you fancy, and draw, draw, draw! Don’t forget to use colors appropriate to Barbie too!”
August 9th, 2017 at 11:27 am
@A-S: Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the fan-DAN-go?
August 10th, 2017 at 11:04 pm
Ex-CUSE me? “Unknown Artist”?
This couldn’t be more Bruce Pennington if it had a steam-train made of coral riding across a ruined city made of Edinburgh Rock and a priest with a huge collar and a flowing robe riding a spindly-legged Ox under a brown sky with a ringed planet (that’s really a skull).
August 10th, 2017 at 11:41 pm
TW to TW: Done
August 11th, 2017 at 12:33 am
Did Bruce’s daughter get her Barbie and Barbie’s Dream Pony back?
(Seriously. I could replicate her pose exactly with my childhood Barbie, who I just discovered while cleaning out storage.)
August 11th, 2017 at 1:39 am
@Tat: that would be an AWESOME cover! Get C. J. Cherryh to write the accompanying text and we’ll have all the money we’ll ever need.