The Man With The Dancing Eyes {Novella}

The Man With Dancing Eyes began with a sad sentence at the beginning of last summer. "She packed up her bags and left in a flurry post the demise of her tragic affair" above which was a picture drawn by me (very BADLY) of a girl named Pierre. I had tea with my great friend Annie Morris, a brilliant artist and asked her whether she would draw the characters I had written and thankfully she said "YES".

The book developed in the raging heat of a New York summer and was finished on a blustery April day in London. We adored doing it and hope you love it too.