I have opened the book so you can get the full experience. First of all, we've got the break-away shirt. We've got hair that goes way beyond wind-swept into wind-tunnel. Even his hair is flying away, with a ponytail, no less. Mostly, though, we have the ugliest man on a cover that I've ever seen. No one there looks happy. And who is steering the boat? This is a conglomeration of hideousness.
In Enemy Hands -- Lynda Winstead