Does anybody else read Patricia McKillip? Someone mentioned Alphabet of Thorn earlier, but that's it. The orginal hardcovers for the Riddlemaster books have these beautiful paintings on the front - oils, maybe? - that are all sort of smudgy and moving. The Riddlemaster of Hed has the main character in a snowstorm kind of hunched over around his harp and you can practically see the wind blowing around him.
I don't have those editions, of course...I have mid-eighties trade paperbacks with horrible quasi-sci fi drawings of unnaturally curvy women with enormous impractical sleeves. They're lousy, but they've grown on me for some reason.
Plus McKillip now gets her covers done by Kinuko Craft, which is the most perfect combination of author/cover art I'd seen until I picked up QoA and KoA. I love the cover for Od Magic (http://www.kycraft.com/detail_pages/od_magic.html).
Added bonus - the descriptions of people are are beautiful as (most of) the cover art. Vague and yet evocative - I love it. "She was silent; he waited, seeing her oddly, feverishly in the firelight, the tangled mass of her hair like harvested kelp, her skin pale as shell, her expressions changing like light changing over the sea. Her face twisted away from him suddenly. "Stop seeing me like that!"
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Date: 10/13/07 11:56 pm (UTC)I don't have those editions, of course...I have mid-eighties trade paperbacks with horrible quasi-sci fi drawings of unnaturally curvy women with enormous impractical sleeves. They're lousy, but they've grown on me for some reason.
Plus McKillip now gets her covers done by Kinuko Craft, which is the most perfect combination of author/cover art I'd seen until I picked up QoA and KoA. I love the cover for Od Magic (http://www.kycraft.com/detail_pages/od_magic.html).
Added bonus - the descriptions of people are are beautiful as (most of) the cover art. Vague and yet evocative - I love it.
"She was silent; he waited, seeing her oddly, feverishly in the firelight, the tangled mass of her hair like harvested kelp, her skin pale as shell, her expressions changing like light changing over the sea. Her face twisted away from him suddenly. "Stop seeing me like that!"