Sometimes a book cover whispers. Sometimes it sings. And sometimes, it stands shirtless in the forest at midnight, clutching a toy-sized gargoyle that looks like it came free with a Burger King kids’ meal. Welcome to Serving My Dragon.
This is a cover that practically dares you to ask: who’s serving whom here? Because from where I’m standing, the dragon looks like it’s begging for someone to serve it a booster seat.
The Brooding Hero
Our protagonist is, of course, bare-chested in leather pants. Why? Because apparently, dragons respect nothing more than glistening pectorals and restrictive legwear. His hair is giving “I borrowed my mom’s Herbal Essences,” and his expression screams, “Photoshop me more abs or I’m calling my agent.”
The Dragon That Couldn’t
Behold: the mighty dragon. A creature of legend! A symbol of power! A… pocket pet? If this is the dragon I’m supposed to be “serving,” then I hope it enjoys mealworms and tiny water dishes. It looks less like a terrifying beast and more like something you’d pick up in the “fantasy miniatures” section of Michaels.
The Background
Standard-issue mystical forest. Blue moon glow. Vines. It’s like a preset from a stock fantasy backdrop pack. Functional. Forgettable. But hey, at least there’s no random lens flare.
The Title & Typography
Credit where credit is due: the typography actually slaps. The swirls and gold glow scream fantasy romance, and they’re honestly pulling more weight than our pixelated dragon. Without this font, the whole thing would read like a cover for “My Summer With Geico Lizard.”
The Vibe
This cover doesn’t say “epic fantasy.” It doesn’t say “forbidden love.” It says: “What if Fabio had a pet bat that just got out of rehab?”