It might have been the hot wind but I didn't think so.

A hot wind was trying to take his hat off.

A moment later he felt hot wind, and lifted his head.

Within a few minutes, he felt the first surge of hot wind from behind.

The hot wind whipped his black hair as he looked down.

They were just well started when August came with its hot winds.

His power breathed along my skin like a line of hot wind.

There was a high, hot wind blowing against the stars.

At the same time a hot wind seemed to be blowing on him from all directions.

Did I just imagine a wave of something, passing through me, like a hot wind?