He was Tiger, born of the desert winds. She was Del, born of ice and storm.
I just finished Sword-Maker, volume three of the Novels of Tiger and Del by Jennifer Roberson.
It was a worthy read. It passed the test. I will continue with this series... which now shall change indeed as Del's song has at last ended. Vengeance is as vengeance does, sweet the taste when eaten cold, and Del's was bellow blizzard temperatures. Mind you, I hate soul-magic, false messiahs, and evil sorcerers but, thankfully one-and-half were taken care of. Sort of.