'Like a giant Meccano set, we're building a city, from pieces sent to us by writers and artists around the world. Between these pieces we're building roads, bridges, and slightly frightening underground through-tunnels. When the city is built and we climb onto a hill to view it from the outside, then we see - either through amorphic resonance or through our own subconscious filtering, or both - that what seemed like a chaos of ideas when we began is now a logical, freestanding structure. GD S never imposes themes on our writers, but we find without fail, our writers impose themes on us.' (Lisa Greenaway, Editorial introduction)