Thats when he noticed His eyes. They were made of fire- pure leaping flames of fire. But they were not flames of destruction. They were flames of passion. A burning consuming passion. A passion that Brandon instinctively knew burned for him. It was so intense and overwhelming that he could not move. All he could do was stare at them. There was no doubt of the all-inclusive, all-consuming love.
Bill Meyers: Fire of Heaven