There once was a man named Kjell of Jeru who was not easy to love.
He had slayed monsters and men, he had bathed his hands in blood and he protected his heart with a shield of stone, afraid to feel, afraid to dream. When he learned he was a Healer, blessed by the Gods, it was not easy for him to find the balance between his sword and the cure he could offer, he could not understand how to care for anyone other than his brother. But one night, under sharp rocks and with sand in his clothes, he met his Fate.
What you truly need is words. And Amy Harmon's words resulted in a work of sheer beauty, that made your chest clench with yearning and your entire existence float, leaving behind every material attachment and concern.