I found this on my desk yesterday, courtesy of Mercury contributor Jacob Schraer, who knows what I like when it comes to literature.


I was initially going to do a poll here, and let Blogtown readers vote on this cover, but then I realized the only voting options would be "This is the best book cover" and "This is the best book cover," so then I decided there wasn't much point to having a poll.

Hit the jump for the back cover copy, which (sort of) explains what's happening on that cover.




They speak German. They carry whips. And they are connected in some mysterious way with Nazi experiments carried out in the charming old Irish castle during World War II.

When members of the vacation party are found to be missing from their beds, and when pleading cries ring through the halls of the great house, terror grips hearts and minds, and the vacationers are brought face to face with the unknown...

So I guess what I'm saying is if you sent me an email or have anything you needed me to do today, I am probably not going to respond to it or do it, because I will be doing something more important, which is reading The Little People by John Christopher.