Bib the Sorcerer first appeared in this fantasy novel, Book One in the Death's Collector series.
This Death's Collector 3rd Edition dust jacket was created by the artists at Miblart in Ukraine. The actual size jacket with both front and back flaps has been framed and matted for wall display. It measures 26" wide by 14.5" tall, and the front is protected by plastic designed for display.
Each display is signed by the author and numbered. No more than 20 will be produced.
This book begins:
I often forgot the real reason why I murdered people. Some days I told myself I was cursed to do it, and other days I admitted I took this curse onto myself, that nobody moved my jaw up and down to make me say yes. Rarely did I recall the real reason. I murdered people for love.
On the day I perched downhill from Crossoak village, I had just about forgotten that love was a reason for doing things. The village kids ran around behind me, smashing wildflowers and screaming like Death and his five pallid whores. I appreciated flowers, but I didn’t say anything to the whooping mob. They exhibited a shattering fear of me on occasion—so gigantic it probably seemed like a game—and they tended to forget about it unless they concentrated on being terrified. It was a good sight healthier than their parents’ grinding dread, hiding in their houses when I walked past and making folk magic wards against evil behind my back. Anyway, some of the less obliterated yellow pin-blossoms were already pushing up from the grass. It was a shame to get blood all over them, but there it was.