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Hi, I have made a simple design for my book. But I know it can be made much better. You can either use my design and make it better OR you can start from scratch. I am uploading my design with the .ai / .psd layered image and exact dimensions for the layout of the book to this google folder. https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0BxMcR4fRF6ZsWkZ2dGw0N29EWUU&usp=sharing See more on story - templewars.com FONTS USED in Temple Wars Logo - PasaRocks Regular font Front Cover - I imagine these possible front covers Single Image - Ganesha ( 4 hands ) holding axe, rope , broken tusk, snake - Pheonix, Ganesha, Indian boy (14 years ) , Mongoose ( Half human half Animal ) - Beautiful Indian woman ( fair in color ) , Ganesha, Indian Boy (14 years) - Ganesha, Indian boy holding a fireball, Indian woman Ganesha - Can be shown as very beautiful, a demon, or as rocks. OR Situation ( read snippets below ) - Boy entering Ganesha's Cave in mountains / forest - Boy enters Spirit World for the first time - It's similar to Harry's experience in Diagon Alley. The creatures are half animal half Human. Tagline - " A mother's love has powers evil can not imagine" FYI - there will be a fantasy Map inside, this should not affect the cover but just want to mention it. https://drive.google.com/open?id=0BxMcR4fRF6ZsLXFHTW1sbW1tNTA STORY BRIEF - When a bomb goes off at the Ganesh Chaturthi festival in modern-day India, fourteen-year-old Tarun Sharma, son of the Chief Minister, is set on a journey he will never forget. After escaping from an attempted kidnapping and fleeing into the Kashmiri wilderness, Tarun happens upon a mysterious cave that belongs to none other than Lord Ganesha, the elephant-headed god known as the “remover of obstacles.” As it turns out, he needs Tarun’s help. What follows is an epic odyssey through the Veiled Lands, a magical world inhabited by strange creatures and infused with the life-giving power of prana. The goal? Retrieve the three sacred objects stolen from Ganesha by the cruel Serpentine, a faction bent on subjugating the inhabitants of the Veiled Lands—and eventually the human world as well. As Tarun rushes to complete his tasks before time runs out, he learns the valuable lessons of self-reliance, self-assurance, and self-sacrifice. GANESHA’S TEMPLE is a 64,000-word young adult fantasy/adventure novel told from the multiple viewpoints of Tarun, his kidnapped mother Parvati, his aggrieved father Arjun, and Ganesha himself. It will perhaps appeal to readers who have enjoyed the novels of J.K. Rowling, Philip Pullman, and Cassandra Clare, as well as anyone who appreciates books about diverse cultures and geographies. Snippet from the Novel - Entering Ganesha's Gave "The cave had all of the expected attributes: its moist coolness, its earthy scent. The grass that stretched over the ground was unusual but it felt just as it should. Even the floating lights, some of which were perfect orbs, others like elaborate flowers, each of them pulsing with an obvious energy, gave off a true light, flickering shadows across the walls. Everything about the cave felt possible and real, except for the elephant-headed creature in front of him. Directing his eyes back down, he looked closer at Ganesha, trying to take him in. Resting upon a magnificently carved wooden base and framed from behind by a high stone arch, he was veiled, like the lights, with some type of dim energy that gave off a warm and comforting aura. Tarun noticed that his four hands lay completely at peace with his body, but his elephant face looked war torn, as if he had sustained many battle wounds. He was both like and unlike any murti he had ever seen: it was as if he had never truly seen Ganesha before, a figure so striking, so complete in form and size that he appeared all encompassing." Entering Spirit World " As his eyes adjusted, Tarun saw that he was in a narrow alleyway. Brick walls rose on either side, and canvas or some other material had been lain over the gap between them about twelve feet up. The ground underneath his feet was tiled with slick stones, oozing puddles of scummy water gathering between them. The smell likely came from the water: it looked green and polluted. The noise he had initially heard came from one end of the alleyway, where it spilled out onto a main thoroughfare that appeared crammed with people. Tarun crept closer, carefully stepping over the puddles. Definitely a market, he thought to himself, peering out from the shadows. Across the alley he could see what looked like a makeshift storefront with a canvas awning protecting a tumble of goods for sale. Blankets, baskets, shoes, lamps, brass plates, spices, everything seemed mixed together in great heaps and stacked towers. Then, from between the boxes and piled linens, a face appeared and shouted at the passersby: “Rugs! I’ve got beautiful Albivendain rugs! Cheapest in the Market Sway!” Tarun squinted and looked closer. The face was a light pink color, with small patches of hair sticking out at odd angles from behind his high ears and out of his collar. Most startlingly, in lieu of a nose, the shopkeeper appeared to have a rather large snout with wide nostrils, like a pig. His face looked, Tarun thought, a bit like a mask, but Ganesha had warned him that the people here would not look the same. I guess this is what he meant. Refocusing, Tarun began to examine the dozens of other people milling about in the corridor between the stalls on either side. His eyes darted quickly from face to face, seeing feathers, scales, and fur, talons and beaks, forked tongues and tails, paws and long ears. A man or woman with the face of a sparrow or starling walked by quickly, dressed in a simple brown tunic. A brightly colored salamander, tall and thin, stalked by in the other direction. A pair of wolflike creatures with long snouts and long white fur stopped to examine something at the stall next to the alley, and Tarun caught a moment of conversation. “Look at this, Olly, a fieldhopper. Sharp, isn’t it?” “I haven’t seen one of those in ages.” “Looks brand new. How much does it . . . thirteen rickles. That’s outrageous.” “It wouldn’t have cost two only a year ago.” “Well, that’s what happens when the Serp—“ The wolf trailed off as he looked furtively around. Tarun didn’t know how he was planning to finish the sentence, but he could guess. The wolves moved on, however, declining to buy the fieldhopper. Tarun wondered if he should stay put in his hiding place. Ganesha had not explained how he would find Galerest—would he even know where to look? The alley was also not particularly inviting or hospitable, but he couldn’t be sure it was safe to wander the market alone. Scanning the faces that walked by, there were a few that looked human—or almost human, with rough bloated skin, twining dark tattoos, and brightly colored hair in various states of artful disarray. Tarun wondered for a moment if he might actually stand out for not being dressed like a punk rocker. Then again, he was still wearing the orange dhoti his mother had made him put on for the festival. He might fit in after all. He stepped quickly out into the thoroughfare and began walking through the busy corridors. The market was full of curious sights: bags overflowing with scented spices, some brown and red, others blue or violet; candles that burned plumes of sparkling smoke; small burbling creatures with round faces and long protruding limbs that climbed over the goods, reaching small objects for interested buyers. He examined the names of the shops emblazoned above his stall: Desertstones, Crescent Codex, Astrotinks, Surge’s. He passed a small fountain that splashed with what looked like shining molten gold and row upon row of statues carved from gnarled pieces of wood that vibrated and hummed as he walked by them. A clothing shop filled with nothing but white robes, a jeweler selling amulets with live green dragonflies trapped within them, a grocer selling pungent cheeses and black-looking meats—truly everything seemed to be for sale somewhere within the market. Everywhere Tarun looked people were haggling for goods, shopkeepers turning from friendly to hard bargaining in an instant. Up, way up, Tarun glanced a thin strip of blue sky. At least one thing is still the same color, he thought. As he rounded a corner, Tarun noticed a group of chairs and tables set out before a wide storefront. People were sitting in small clusters, drinking from large mugs and talking loudly. Tarun looked at the sign: Pestle & Bones Pub. This could be an ideal place to sit and wait for Galerest, out of the streaming crowds but able to watch them carefully. "
The Main logo " Temple Wars" must be used, But Ganesha's Temple can be any font.
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