La mano del fuego

Ruy Sánchez returns to Mogador in this story about the anti-love affair, and the ludicrous search for the erotic. Despite the multiple faces of desire, eroticism is only an illusion. It exists like a second skin that burns and comes alive like a sleepwalker. It lives for the adventure of playing with fire. A frustrated editor of an erotic magazine is hell bent on writing about the Arab Kama Sutras; but it appears that life is also hell bent on showing him how wrong he is.