Paraphrasing the author, Fire ‘Adrian’ and Sylvia were lovers well before they shared their bodies with each other. Reading this story felt like looking through a blurry camera lens that comes into focus at the end as it examines them and their artistic, interconnected, social circle (e.g. Ian, Margaret, Phil, Lewis, Virgil). It was gritty and most of the cast lacked redeeming qualities. The depth of the author’s pen was felt but the book is a little outdated, and the formatting threw me off at times when POVs and scenes switched with no warning.