Not the heart of it: the edge. Show us what happens on the brink of desire.
 
Set aside muscle memory and saccharine gestures. This isn’t the place to explore appetites. You will not find in these pages a manual for romance.

The threshold of desire is where the real action lies. It’s where reality is distinguished from possibility.

Desire is the feeling that stretches, that impels us to change. It is the impetus to match interior and exterior. Occasionally it haunts us. It precedes action but also reveals the deficits of our past. It either is or is not limitless. Sometimes it has nothing to do with other people. Other times it makes our hearts ache.

What happens when we follow desire to its furthest boundary? What lessons will this orectic search reveal?

—Nina Lohman, Publisher