I DID NOT DRAW THIS.

This was a professional commission done for me by Rukis: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rukis/

And since this is the cover for Like a Rainbow in the Dark, here's how the book starts:

He'd started playing guitar when he was twelve. His older brother had given up on his guitar, an old Gibson flying V. He'd picked it up one day while his brother had been out and been hooked the minute his claws met the strings. By the time he turned seventeen he'd met some friends and started a band that wrote their own music, and by nineteen they were approached by a record label that was interested in their sound. They'd had no qualms about the idea of selling out, no, the van's clutch was going and half the amps were on a wing and a prayer. So they'd signed on, and Guillotine put out their first album.
The timing for their style had been perfect. They were power metal, usually more classic but sometimes more thrashy. Their songs weren't so long that radios felt uncomfortable about playing them. Their guitar work was artful. But the label never really hid the fact that while the music was good, no great, he was the one that sold the albums. He was a crossbreed, wolf and raccoon, and he was handsome, and his voice was astounding. His banded wolf's tail alone became iconic of Guillotine. Their tours sold well on the first album, which went gold, and by the third album they were packing stadiums.
He had a dozen guitars he changed between depending on the music. That was what he ran on at first, the buzz of an entertained crowd and the glare of the lights, the feel of the instrument in his hands. Nothing else mattered, this was everything. Then years passed and their music still sold, but the stadiums started slurring together, and the roads seemed endless, and music became harder to write. The gaps between albums stretched a bit, which his band members didn't seem to mind, they'd all long since married and took the gap to be with their families, while quietly calling each other and being concerned about him.
When they'd signed on, it'd been a dream of course and it still was, but at some point their agents and the label had discussed the concept of image with them. Their image was fine so far but here are some things to avoid, and here's some things the press will love. He hadn't had a girlfriend at the time, so they cheerfully suggested he find pretty girls to hang out with because the press always loved it. Which was where the problem came in as he spoke without thinking.
"But… I'm gay."

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FWIW I'm not sure why I waited so long to put this on here. Tired from work, I guess. This piece is pending a small adjustment to correct the guitar jack.
My book's projected publish date is in August. With any luck, I'll be buying some advertising on FA when it comes out.