Ah, Fey Touched — a cover that dares to answer the question: what happens when you throw together stock photography, random cityscapes, and Photoshop’s smudge tool, then call it fantasy? Spoiler: it’s not magic, it’s tragic.
First up, our heroine. She’s less “otherworldly fae enchantress” and more “fashion model who got lost leaving a nightclub.” Her hair looks like it was airbrushed by a machine with butter fingers, her arms seem stretched just a little too far to be human, and her expression says, “Yes, I know I’m supposed to look powerful, but can I go home now?”
Then there’s the background — skyscrapers glowing with cyberpunk neon, a giant full moon hanging like a bad cliché, and storm clouds rolling in just because… well, they found a storm cloud brush pack, so why not? It’s like three different genres fighting for dominance, none of them winning.
The glowing magic effect in her hand is pure “Photoshop filter demo.” Instead of looking like crackling fae power, it looks like she grabbed a cheap LED flashlight and said, “This’ll do.” Meanwhile, her dress billows out in impossible directions, as though physics took the night off.
And the typography? Metallic, overdone, and almost blending into her skirt — which makes the title feel like an afterthought. The series label and author name are there too, but honestly, by that point your eyes are already begging for mercy.
This cover wants to be dark, dramatic, and fantastical. Instead, it’s the visual equivalent of mixing vodka, Red Bull, and milk: three strong flavors that do not belong together, splattered on the same canvas.
Congratulations, Fey Touched — you’ve been touched all right. By Photoshop. Brutally.