Eleven Covers and a Daemon

Cover day. I did not get a cover.

What I got was eleven roughs, most of which are now in a folder I will never open again, and one piece that was not meant to be a cover at all - the Crossroads Daemon, standing at the signpost with a cup in one hand, talking to a woman with a basket.

That image decided the book. Not because it is the prettiest thing I made that day, but because it is the only one that showed a transaction. That is what the setting is about: everything out here is a deal, and the deals are worse than they look.

Every cover rough after that one was measured against it, and most of them lost.