Book title: Masters’ Mysterium: Wisconsin Dells
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Author: R. R. Reynolds
Masters’ Mysterium was published in February of this year in paperback and kindle formats. The cover used was serviceable but never really wowed me. I need you to wow me—please! You may see the original cover and some background at http://www.mastersmysterium.comI looking for a cover, spine, and back that will meet Createspace criteria. The paperback is in 6x9 format and 334 pages.
The scene that I wish to use for the cover is one of the most important: Gavin Young, a lanky twenty-two year old student at University Wisconsin Madison comes face to face with a demon while hiking through the forest. His petite blonde friend Rachel, whom he always thought was a somewhat odd girl, transforms into an angel and saves him. From this encounter, he learns that a town of angels—posing as humans—lives nearby.Here is the scene:
The Beast heard their approach although it could not yet see them. It knew that with its stride, it was a jump and a short pounce away from the prey. It remembered that the tall one must live; beyond that, the kills were its to enjoy. Now was the time. It sprang.As it came out of the woods it was on a clear trajectory to its target.“Gavin!” a female screamed as the Beast came down upon a young male.What? thought the Beast, knocking the boy to the ground, this is not right. Even as a claw dug into the human’s shoulder it realized that it must not kill this one. Where were the hunters? What were these two doing in the woods? Then it sensed it, as its sparse hackles rose: something it had overlooked in its bloodlust. Something extremely dangerous was nearby.**Gavin lay on the ground in agony as hundreds of pounds of what-the-hell sat on his chest, cutting off his air. A claw was deeply imbedded in his shoulder; he could feel it scraping against bone. Through his blurry vision he could see the Beast. He had never witnessed anything like it before: a body of a nearly hairless emaciated feline with mottled gray skin covering bones and muscle, a long tail spiked at the end, and four massive wings of tattered flesh. The Beast had four heads upon one neck, each facing a different direction. The one to the right was a cat with massive jaws and saber-like teeth projecting downward. He could barely see the one in back, but he thought it was that of a bull with giant horns curling up. To the left a vulture-like visage, with bloodshot eyes scanning the treeline. The front-most face that was directed towards him was almost human, if you could consider a corpse buried in the earth for a month human; deep set eyes and the remnants of skin and muscle were still capable of expression and the expression it held now was one of confusion, rapidly changing to fear.Behind the Beast the forest brightened into white as he witnessed Rachel begin to glow. If anything comparable existed in the world that Gavin had previously known, it would be that of a caterpillar metamorphosing into a Monarch butterfly, only indescribably faster and incredibly more beautiful.Gavin screamed.As he lay there in shock under the Beast, he understood now why the animal was in fear. The being that Rachel was becoming was too bright, too beautiful to comprehend. Gavin watched in stupefied terror as Rachel transformed. The gentle if a bit unusual girl began to grow and glow as her feet lifted off of the ground. Lightning coursed around and through her as her sweater and jeans changed into silver armor that hissed and crackled in time to the electric bolts that hit the ground, sending up puffs of burnt foliage. In her left hand the lightning coalesced to form a solid rotating circle, the sound of it that of a large turbine engine spinning up, as the charged particles became a shield. In her right hand lightning bolts lengthened out into the shape of a sword spreading the smell of ozone through the woods.Behind her back, bluish-white wings sprouted and rose above her head. These were not like the drawings of angel wings in the heavy family Bible that Gavin had unfortunately used as a coloring book as a child. These were menacing forms not used for flight as she stood there fifteen feet tall and already six feet off the ground. The wings on what once was Rachel were weapons, sharp-edged and lethal.As her brightness became nearly intolerable, Gavin heard and felt Rachel’s wings beat, sending a deep whomp through the forest like a sonic boom, blowing golden leaves off the nearby birch. She then turned towards the Beast and swatted it with a wing, sending it into a pine tree that shattered into splinters.
My current cover is somewhat dark and bland. You may wish to make this warmer, with sunlight filtering through birch trees in autumn. Gavin and/or the demon may be shown, or not, as you see fit. Rachel as the angel needs be powerful and awe inspiring. Lightning makes up much of her being along with the wings that are not soft but appear to be made out of interconnected swords of bluish light.
Here is the back cover text:
Trudy Masters is looking for love as the isolated northern Wisconsin town of Creekside closes in around her. With nothing holding her there but a crap job at a dive diner, one friend who isn't even the same species, and a big secret to keep, that isn't enough—she wants out. But while Trudy seeks escape, others want in, including backwoods hunters searching for a mysterious creature, a handsome boy with healing powers, and a father who abandoned her before birth.
Does Reverend Jay Masters care about his daughter, or only finding the next big exhibit for his museum of oddities? Will the mythical Hodag end up on display, or will the hunt for the beast reveal something so astounding that it changes the world forever?
This slightly twisted trek from the roller coasters and water parks of Wisconsin Dells, to the pine and birch forests of the Badger State, promises abounding adventures to come—but does it promise love for Trudy?
About the Author:
R. R. Reynolds was born in Phoenix, Arizona, but grew up on the beaches of Santa Monica, California. Eventually the polders of the Netherlands beckoned him to live below sea level. After stints working in Denmark, India, and Nepal, he ended up living a snowball's throw from the Arctic Circle in northern Sweden. Upon returning to the United States, he enjoyed ten years defrosting under the south Florida sunshine. Lilapsophobia drove him to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where he found his new home and life as a certified Green Bay Packers-loving, Badger-rooting, brat-eating Wisconsin Cheesehead.
This is first in a planned series so a distinctive typeface for the title would be welcome as something that could follow throughout. Certainly, anyone who is picked for this project will be asked to participate in the next cover.
Any questions just let me know. I look forward to this process and wish to be of as much assistance as possible.