Scott B’s Art Direction: I want a cover with no Sioux, taking place not in space. Just show one of the evil slaver horsemen, but without a horse. Just give him a radio-technology weapon, a bird mask, and a snappy vest.
Published 1966
Scott B’s Art Direction: I want a cover with no Sioux, taking place not in space. Just show one of the evil slaver horsemen, but without a horse. Just give him a radio-technology weapon, a bird mask, and a snappy vest.
Published 1966
Joachim Comments: Space Olympics look exactly like regular Olympics except in cartoon and a space ship poking up in the background…
Published 1967
Science fiction is mainly read by what gender? Males! Exactly! So therefore we should have a big hunk of a long haired lumberjack man, topless, showing off his muscles and tugging on his rope. Don’t forget to add a bird in there! If ya know what I mean, nod nod wink wink!
Thanks so much to Chris R!
Johnny Comments: What can you even say?
Published 1948
It was my late teens and I was studying hard at some top notch university. Then came the LSD and it was all, floating semi translucent men surrounded by magical orbs in a forest being watched by unicorns. I suppose that has something to do with the world of cats, right?
Bruno’s Art Direction:
Setting – barren Mars landscape, red clouds.
Foreground – grinning shark in regal purple robes.
Background – Minotaur-ish creature with spear hauling vaguely human shape.
Perfect!
Published 2009
I have no idea about the cover, we’ve had our best team on it for some time. Hold on.. what are you eating there? Meatballs? Man, what about putting some meatballs creatures emerging from some sort of alien pasta, with legs and horns!! That’s awesome! And here *squelch* we could also have spaghetti with coloured lights. Sorry, some got in your eye there…
Thanks so much to Chris R!
Joseph Comments: Beautiful woman rides an enchanted jackass. Incidentally, this is how I view most of my female friends and their respective relationship partners.
Published 1982
Don’s Art Direction: Decapitated heads on strings gazing soulfully at each other while their occipital regions morph into Wookiees. Oh, and guess you’d better put some flying saucers in there, since they’re in the title of this 1930s pulp novella that we’re trying to pass off as a modern 1970s novel.
Freaky. Thanks to Don!
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