We have permission from our designer for another designer to carry on his series look. We are looking for that style to be replicated *as closely as possible* so that there doesn't appear to be a break in our covers throughout the series.
We will require a paperback at some point, so would love to set up a project with the winning designer to complete that as well as other titles in the series.
The cover quote should be as on the previous designs:
'Pure British detective story' <i>The New York Times</i>
The eBook cover should be sized at least 1656 x 2560.
- these covers are obviously very image led, so the quality of the photo is key
- though the images do seem a little irrelevant, they are in some way tied to the story
- this title is set in a small village town at Christmas
- primarily at an old family home/estate
*A few setting quotes:*
'Beyle House, for generations the home of the Crake family, stands a mile outside Tilsey in four acres of wooded grounds. Alexander Crake, who built it, was a horticulturist of some repute and surrounded it with fine trees which were well tended whilst the family money lasted.'
'The trees are ragged, the bushes and grass beneath them overgrown, the once graceful yews, fuchsias and box, which topiary art converted into peacocks, cones, and even dancing ladies, are now running riot. Rhododendrons still bloom, but the bushes are the size of haystacks and as coarse. The little ornamental fishponds are choked with weeds and the dead leaves of many autumns, and the rustic arbours and the rose beds have tumbled down in decay.'
'The route was as black as ink for no sign of dawn was showing. Lepers’ Hollow held a belt of mist like dark cotton-wool and the headlights of the car came back in their faces. Littlejohn got out and led the way through the valley with his torch. Below, he could hear the stream rattling over the stones, and, in the woods round Beyle, owls were calling. At the bridge in the hollow itself, the fog was thickest, and then, as the road rose, it gradually cleared and the way became quite visible again. There, in the valley, Beyle House, its feet lost in the mist, its towers black against the surrounding night, thrust its gloomy mass to the sky and as if to accentuate the darkness of the rest a light shone from beneath one of the towers.'
'There was silence, broken only by the roaring of the gale. Outside, the snow had turned to rain and the water lashed and splattered the windows, driven almost horizontal by the cutting wind.'