Aspect Ratio For Book Cover Novels & Stories

Knowing fully well that the question was being directed to him this time around, Valentine cleared his throat and answered calmly, “Majorly because I've always been a fan.” Start nodded at his words. “So, what are the remaining reasons?” she asked, finally turning to be face to face with him, putting her business face back on instantly, as she stared at him with so much interest. “One, your graphic designers do an awesome job. They're very versatile and always know the perfect cover for a book. Two, I love the quality of your paperback and hardcover. It's so distinct and lasts longer. Finally, I love that you guys don't use white paper to publish your books,” Valentine listed out with his fi

Grabbing a large one, I hide the test inside. Praying that my blush isn’t obvious as I giggle nervously I raise the book above my head. “I needed a break and wanted a new book, so I came over here and thought I’d try something different.” “Oh,” he looks at the title. Blinks twice, and then responds, “I’ve heard that one is pretty good.” I take a moment to look up at the book. On the cover is a picture of a woman wearing a dress with a torn bodice locked in a romantic embrace with a handsome centaur. The title implies something regarding the size of his anatomy and I feel myself burning in embarrassment.

Looking stunned and confused, I reached out to get it. I thought I would feel dust on my hands the moment I carried it but it was as neat as a new book, though it has had a long shelf life. The book’s cover was made of dark, weathered leather, marked with deep, faintly visible cracks and scars from age. And centered on the cover was an intricate metal seal in the shape of a mysterious crest, tarnished and dull, yet radiating a sense of power. Around the seal were faded engravings and symbols, barely visible but hinting at arcane knowledge. The corners were reinforced with old brass fittings, adding to its ancient aura.

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.

Hayden explained, pointing to each design. “You shouldn’t judge a book by the cover.” Devon raised her voice. “In this line of work, a cover is the selling point of a book. Readers are more interested in the story than the design, but not all of them will read the back of the book to see what the story is about. The cover should be eye-catching and pleasing to the eye to grab their attention.” Hayden’s voice seemed to hold more conviction. “What do you know?” Devon’s snarky tone made me want to reach across the desk and grab her by the neck. “You are nothing more than an assistant and wouldn’t be able to do it any better.”

I pick up my book and look at the cover, holding it open so I don’t lose my page. The man on the cover is wearing a long blue military jacket with red trim and yellow trousers. The woman has on an elaborate gown and is leaning her head against his bare chest, her own gown falling down around her lower arms, her breasts spilling out the top like a melon cart that’s been tipped on its side.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

The box opened. The book was inside. Twelve copies, arranged in two stacks of six, separated by the cardboard dividers that had been placed by the packer at the publisher's warehouse. The covers faced up. The dark cover—the color of the accumulation, Don had said when they had discussed the design with the publisher's designer in September. The designer had brought samples. Don had rejected the first three. The first had been too black, the second too brown, the third too blue. The fourth was the color of the accumulation: the dark that was not the absence of light but the presence of all the colors together, the way soil was dark because it contained everything that had fallen into it over

But hope, like magic, has a price, and I am increasingly aware of that price. The book itself is a work of macabre art. The cover, made of dark leather that almost appears black, pulses with a life of its own, as if it were breathing. The leather is stained with deep shades of red, almost as though it has been soaked in blood over the centuries, giving it a sinister and throbbing appearance. Along the edges of the cover, aged silver chains are interwoven in complex patterns, depicting ancient runes and seals of protection, symbols only an enchantress could decipher. The title of the book is carved into the leather in rustic letters, subtly glinting with ruby, as though the words had been wri