Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

ramesses laughed, white teeth gleaming. "but that is not what i asked."
knowing lazuli stare stroked her cheekbones thoughtfully, and then pharaoh gestured toward the sea. "i myself do not. it is not that i hate all oceans, only this one. those of my childhood were always warm. in the morning. at the peak of the daytime heat. in the night. inviting at all times, like the arms of a veiled woman."
ramesses adored the telling of stories. he had learned well. he was arrogant, and so the tales that he had best memorized were those about himself. "your father says many things, and i enjoy hearing them, but it is your own i want to hear."