The first time Peter Diggs saw Amaryllis she was at a bus stop where
the street sign said Balsamic, although there was nothing vinegary
about the place. The bus was unthinkably tall, made of yellow, orange
and pink rice paper, lit from within like a Japanese lantern. That was
a dream, but where this romance goes as the dream begins to intersect
reality is nothing that a reader can be prepared for. 'Trust me, I'm a
weirdo,' says Amaryllis as she and Peter embark on their nocturnal
experimentation, which leaves no one, on quite the same footing with
reality.