Good God, why is Sebastian Bach holding a ball of flame in his hand? Has the peroxide gone to his brain and now he no longer recognizes that fire is bad? Just look at the way he’s mesmerized by that thing. It’s like no one has ever told him, “Fire bad. Tree pretty.”

And I don’t understand why the art department would give him blond highlights that would put Ginger Spice to shame. Look at them! That shit is salon-done. This fool spent like 80 bucks on them suckers. If he’s a biker (and that’s a pretty pussy bike he’s on), I bet all the other bikers make fun of him and push his bike down when he’s not looking. Also, his “chest muscles” look more like orange foam than real bulk. This cover makes me sad. I still bought the e-book, though. I’m a fool.

ETA: Why do I suddenly have this urge to yell “Flame on!“?

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