GK Comments: As we all know, cats love eggs and shellfish.
Published 1989
GK Comments: As we all know, cats love eggs and shellfish.
Published 1989
ash966 Comments: Why, hello there, giant-brain-eyeball-octopus-
Published 1976
Leo Comments: Nothing says “Sci-Fi” like a robed guy reading to some naked ladies infront of a box full of bleeps and bloops. I havent read this book yet but I’m sure I’m in for a wild ride.
The Perms.. the perms! Thanks Leo!
Scott Comments: Elven stripper riding a giant flying owl-cat steed! Or, tiny Elven stripper riding a normal-sized owl-cat steed? Either way, that’s one terrifying/terrified owl-cat.
Published 1983
Raj’s Art Direction: Hmm, green, let’s go for a green rural idyll, with a giant green flying cat. Oh, and a woman in a green corset and very little else. In fact, make the woman riding the cat, while holding a sword. And that still leaves a little bit of space, why not fill it with a giant moon?
Published 1976
Many thanks to Raj!
Greengerg Comments: Forge the Season of the Witch, it’s the Season of the Bull according to the back cover, and nothing says demonic violence like a fat guy with cow horns slowly being turned into a Ravensburger jigsaw puzzle.
Published 1974
Many thanks to Greengerg!
Holy crap. We need something to distract from that bright silver font we’re using. So, how about a guy with an eye patch posing with weapons and a women doing the very same thing. Put a moon in the background, and by background I mean most of the cover.
OH OH OH! Let’s have a half naked man grasping his magic electrified sword around waist height. That sounds suggestive? Of course it is, he’s holding a sword right next to his baby maker. A ha ha ha. Don’t forget to overload the whole cover with text, a lot of text, in all shapes and sizes.
Giallo Comments: I really do like you, but before things progress, I think you should know I picked up a case of Rocket Crotch on Ceta V.
Published 2011
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Harry’s Art Direction: I know it’s a serious novel about a bunch of survivors on an Alien world. I know it’s written by Joanna Russ. Yes, Fred, I KNOW who she is, but portraying the heroine as competent won’t sell books. This is the 70s, man, so you just GOTTA stick her in a silver bikini and put her on a phallic rocket cycle – and don’t forget to make it a crotch shot.
Published 1978
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