Of course it has nothing to do with my Leo-ness, but it has everything to do with bits like this:

Erestor knew, as he had known throughout the age, that the sea was too large to comprehend. The place where Glorfindel’s kisses took him was too much like the sea.

.. that make my vision dim briefly, then when it returns, I'm seeing as bees do, in ultraviolet, colors that don't properly exist, and it's beautiful and feels wonderful and strange in my chest. It causes me to view the world around me a little differently, and that's the hallmark of a damn good story - you have to readjust your thinking to make room for it to stay for awhile.