It’s here, gang! Hagridden has a cover!
I love everything about this, including the stuff you can’t see, by which I mean the conversations between me and the publisher as we looked at drafts of this. But my favorite bit: the clean font + distressed look = exactly the right combination of the book’s literary seriousness and gritty violence.
And I love this really spooky and mysterious lamplit wood, the heavy grain of which seems to evokes the rough wood of both Buford’s house and Clovis’s shack-like shop, but there’s also a kind of vague suggestion of the dense reeds that form the women’s palmetto house.
It’s a perfect image made all the more perfect because it’s just a suggestion, a glimpse in the dim light.
Of course, I’m biased. You’re the reader. What do you think? How do you like the cover here?