Malvina

Everyone has their private muse. Artists have theirs - that familiar, pretty face that appears in their most incredible creations. Composers have their unique muse - an evocative, sultry theme or motif, prevalent in all their finest works. Poets certainly have theirs - often in the form of unattainable Gods or angelic creatures with whom they are hopelessly in love, and who give them their greatest inspiration. Mark Avery was no exception.

Avery is a thirty-six-year-old, single, affluent jou...