You know, last night, when I stumbled across this cover, my first reactions was:
There aren’t enough sad faces in the world to express my dismay.
This morning, though, I looked at it again and thought:
I like the idea, and appreciate that it’s says ‘Urban Fantasy’ without the general cliches, but the execution is just weird. You know, it’s actually kina cool, except for the floating, super-imposed angel.
Regardless of which opinion is correct, I have high expectations that the book beyond the covers, The Dirty Streets of Heaven will be very good. Because, you know, it’s Tad Williams.