Desire. It is unlikely that any portrait will ever do Desire
justice, since to see her (or him) is to love him (or her), passionately,
painfully, and to the exclusion of all else.

    Desire smells almost subliminally of summer peaches, and casts
two shadows: one black and sharp-edged, the other translucent and
forever wavering, like heat haze.
Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge.
And there is much else that is knife-like about Desire. Never a
possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and
eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine.

    Desire is everything you have ever wanted.

    Whoever you are. Whatever you are.

Sigil
Heart

Appearances
10, 16, 21, 31, 41, 42, 45, 47, 49, 55, 59, 65, Special, Little Endless Storybook, Endless Nights Chpts. 2, 3

Other names Desire is known by
Epithumia