Early afternoon sunlight beat down, merciless the way the fat golden disc could be, its cruelty only lessened for the breeze off the bay and the shade thrown by buildings.
^ This is why I love you and your writing so hard. Reading one sentence like this where I can feel and almost smell the location. Also, you've really "humanized" Zevran in this too. What Jannifer said. He's so much more here. You've captured the thinker and feeler side to the man. Such subtlety in their intimacy, even though it frustrates me, is just wonderful.
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^ This is why I love you and your writing so hard. Reading one sentence like this where I can feel and almost smell the location. Also, you've really "humanized" Zevran in this too. What Jannifer said. He's so much more here. You've captured the thinker and feeler side to the man. Such subtlety in their intimacy, even though it frustrates me, is just wonderful.