“Finally he had found his wife in an eastern palace and had wept. For without her he had always been only half a man. She alone made him human, stilling for a while the dark side of his nature, making him whole, showing him the beauty in a field of flowers, where he looked for perfection in a blade of steel.
She used to wash his hair, and stroke the tension from his neck and the anger from his heart.
Now she was gone and the world was empty, a shifting blur of shimmering grey where once had been colours of dazzling brightness.”
David Gemmell, Legend