E-book Cover Novels & Stories

Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author. Cover image licensed by Michelle Lancaster, model JJ Michaels Cover design by Lori Jackson Design Editor Manda Lee Vanessa Bridges Marti Lynch Publication Date: January 30, 2017 Genre: FICTION/Romance/Contemporary ISBN: 978-1-948284-22-6 Copyright © 2017 K.I. Lynn All rights reserved

Wala kasing pen-name na nakalagay sa cover Pero ang ipinagtataka ko, wala namang ibang feeling na ipinapadama ang nga librong 'to unlike sa libro na nasa akin. I opened a book without the plastic wrap, okay lang naman sigurong basahin 'to, ano? I turned to its 1st page. "What..." I muttered, iba ang contents nito. Hindi siya parang diary, para lang siyang history book. This is weird.

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Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

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

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BONUS: BRINGING THE VISION TO LIFE To celebrate hitting Chapter 100, here is a high-end visual prompt you can use in an AI image generator (like Midjourney or DALL-E) to create the official book cover for this epic story! Prompt for Book Cover Generation: > A breathtaking, gritty cyberpunk-meets-wasteland book cover. In the foreground, a heavily modified, matte-black futuristic motorcycle sits on cracked asphalt, emitting a faint, iridescent blue 'phase-fire' from its exhaust. Leaning against the bike is a rugged, dangerous biker in a leather cut with a scarred jaw, and a fierce, tech-wear female hacker with glowing sapphire veins on her forearm holding a heavy data-deck. In the background,

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

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.”