I really wanted to comment with something a little more substantial than just some incoherent flailing and squeeing, but I tend to get extra sappy around the holidays, which makes it difficult.

As always, I have such admiration for the way you bring a setting to life. From the cheery, bustling tavern to the wintry city streets, the holiday feeling was palpable throughout. This would be a wonderful read at any time of year, but it was absolutely perfect for *this* time of year.

And of course, Alistair's hesitant confession and Zevran's reaction left me all warm, fuzzy, and teary-eyed. Perfect. Just perfect. *happy sigh*