Kotlc Book Covers Novels & Stories

, then the cover reads: “Catastrophic Prophecies” - What's up? – Gary asks. - Let Mark and Kevin get back. Then you wake up Lucifron. Alexander really found what we were looking for. - On the little mermaid book? - No. in this one. – Ryan takes off the paper cover of the book and shows Gary the real cover. - How did that happen? - It couldn't have been by accident. For this book with this cover to be in children's books, it couldn't have been an accident.

com Publishing History Linda Kage, May 2020 Credits Cover Artist: Kage Covers Editor: Summer at Red Pen Revolution Proofreader: Shelley at 2 Book Lovers Reviews Proofreader: Judy at Judy’s Proofreading Created with Vellum

He knew what it was—the insignia of Beocraft. Kevin ambled across the room, browsing through the books on the shelf. Most of the titles and pictures in the books were disturbing. His eyes were drawn to the title of a particular book. Torture technique. The cover page had a disturbing image of a blood-soaked heart being pulled out of a man’s chest by what appeared to be a surgeon. An intense feeling of revulsion grew within him as he stared. Then he noticed a little study table beside the shelf; a lamp and a book sat on top.

"Take a look." The book was covered in heavy, embossed leather and in the center, in script, was the letter K. What the hell was this? A scrapbook? What kind of scrapbook could Dusty have been keeping? He continued eating in silence, preparing himself for whatever he was going to see, while Marliss and Lou gave him what he called the deadeye stare. Finally, he pushed his plate away, wiped his mouth, and opened the book.

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.

Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand. Being the first time to hold the book, he was surprised to see the picture of wolves in their full transformation. A full moon shinning above them, then at the far end of the cover there was a hunter with a ring shinning. It appeared to be a reflection from the moon's light, well, it was strange. It was strange because, Alpha Angelo couldn't understand why the picture of a hunter was on the cover. He wished to call Beta Dagon so that they can read it together, but he remembered.

] A picture of her holding a book to her face was sent. Lei stared hard at the cover. It almost looks the same with the one he was holding at first glance but upon closer look, it was actually different. Their style and vibe was differing completely. The one in his hand gave off a slightly softer vibe with a hint of romanticism, belonging to most cultivation novels. The one on his sister’s however, was completely dark with no signs of romance in it at all- just looking at the cover will make you take a glimpse of how dark it is inside. Their only sole similarity that made them look alike at first glance was the color of the robes, both guys on the cover was wearing, and the fact that they bo

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...

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.