After months of wiping my book’s  nose, combing its hair and spit-polishing its cheek, I finally downed my keyboard.  The never-ending-editing story was over.  Finished.  I did a pint-sized victory wriggle. And then my thumbs began to twiddle.

“What if the chapter headings were partnered by pictures?” I wondered, as one hand reached for ink and the other clutched some paper.   I pulled the pen-lid off with my teeth and started drawing.

I had seemingly forgotten that The Summer Sacrifice has 51 chapters.

51 illustrations later and my right hand is all a-tremble.  Hope you enjoy. Thoughts and comments, as always, welcome!