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Even if she wasn’t standing directly before him, if he hadn’t already glimpsed her in that dream all those weeks ago, those scents would have been confirmation enough. But he was looking upon her, and— 

Gods

The beautiful woman in his dreams had been smoke.

Here, now, in the flesh… She was the fire. He didn’t dare touch her again. Not yet. Not until he knew it was safe. She would burn him alive.

Augustus, A Sea of Echoes