There he stood, maybe 10 feet away, hands on hips, like a minor god. His back was to the sun. I had forgotten how powerfully built he was, the size of his arms, the square of his shoulders. The way his legs stood apart, the large torso balanced on massive thighs. He wore a green tunic and no armor.
God, he was magnificent. Even now, even after all my time alone with Thane, I couldn’t help this feeling. There was something about Cedric that reached right through me and drew me like a moth to fire.