The Art of Antiquity's Gate: Memoirs of the Forgotten
I didn't think I could love one of my covers as much as the first one. I really didn't. And then we got to the fourth book and…well, I've had to eat my words.
I love the vibrant color. I love the dark, ominous feel that translates perfectly to the dark, ominous tone of the pages within. I love the poses and the implications. I want to hug my cover artist, and that's saying a lot because I'm not a hugger. Unfortunately, Nushie is on the other side of the world, so there will be no hugging. At least, not until I get over to visit Australia. Then…we'll see.