Dust jacket for a 433-page hardcover novel that will translate to a large-format (6x9) paperback later on. The novel is titled THE FISHING WIDOW, and it is a supernatural horror set aboard a purse seiner working the Sitka Herring Sac Roe Fishery (here's a YouTube to let you know why we call them "in-seiners;" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYCVhAOyv2c ) It's a combat fishery. The pitch for the book is this:
The difference between a fairy tale and a fisherman’s tale is this: a fairy tale begins “Once Upon a Time,” while a fisherman’s tale begins “This Ain’t No Bullshit.”
In September 2006, nineteen-year-old Ethan Lindgren reeled as his best friend, fellow fisherman Colin Claybaugh, hauled him bodily across Fairweather’s deck. Wind shrieked through the wires as stony grey seas flew across the rail, the force threatening to knock them off their feet. Torrents of rain and spray could not hide the trepidation in Ethan’s clear blue eyes as he met the unflappable green of Colin’s gaze before he looked across at Revelation rolling, lightless, beside them. Driving rain rattled sharply against the hood of Ethan’s survival suit as Colin’s grip tightened. “Don’t miss!” Colin yelled above the storm. Ethan pulled away. “Asshole!” he shot back with a smirk. They leapt. As their knees bruised and their hands scrabbled madly for any purchase on Revelation’s sea-slickened deck, they were unaware that they had flung themselves into a web that had snarled so many like them so many times before.
Time again. Aboard The Case in Point in March 2010, Colin, Ethan, and their five deckhands set out from Port Saint Anne, Alaska into the teeth of the Sitka Herring War. The specter of Revelation rises again. Enigmatic lights, voices of the familiar dead, and glimpses of some unknown horror target them one by one. Each man clings anxiously to the hope that none of it is real, but realizes that every set of their net may drag aboard their deadliest catch.
A woman out of her time, flickering between flesh and bone, portends their approaching ruin. She is the stuff of legend, of frantic and despairing entries in dusty ships’ logs and diaries of her damned. Forgotten, forsaken, Elizabeth Hartt desperately needs Ethan’s help while needing, desperately, to tear out his heart and consume his crew.
The boundaries of history and legend blur as coincidence evaporates and trusts shatter. As March wanes, Ethan and his crew slip closer to the edge of death. Long-undead revenants, guardian totems, and the terror of The Reach conspire to pull ordinary fishing boys through frightening events worthy of the old saying about a fisherman’s tale.
I'm looking for a cover that incorporates a seiner (photo attached, but not one that I'm free to use), the SE Alaskan landscape, and the shadowy spectre of what's going to go horribly wrong for these boys. At least, that's what I think I want. If this inspires you to something wonderful, I'd appreciate it. The Prologue (if you need a little more inspiration or are curious) resides here: http://www.akmarshall.com/the-fishi…-prologue/ ).
Thanks for reading this far, and thanks for your interest!