Kevin's Watch

He was tall, strongly built in spite of his leanness. His nose was too big; his cheekbones were too narrow, too flatly sloped towards his ears; his black hair formed an unruly thatch on the back of his skull, leaving his forehead bald. But the humor and intelligence in his pale eyes made him keenly attractive. He was wrapped in a jet cloak, which he wore with an air of insouciance. The ends of his chasuble hung as if he might start twirling them at any moment.

Terisa turned also, floating around from far away.
In one of the doorways stood master Eremis.
He wore the same jet cloak under his chasuble which she had seen the previous day. Again, she was struck by how little conventionally handsome he was: his large nose and narrow, sloping cheeks made his face look like a wedge; the thick, black hair perched on the back of his skull emphasized the baldness of his high forehead. But in his case the conventions lost their usual meaning. He was tall, lean, and strong, his pale eyes shown with intelligence and humor, the smile on his lips promised secrets. And the way he looked at her made her hold her breath.