He had always loved the night. His favorite pastimes - drinking, gambling, the pursuit of a beautiful woman - were best accomplished in the hours of darkness.

The best times of his life had been spent in dimly lit saloons and smoky gambling dens, or in lush candlelit bedrooms. But that had been long ago.

Only now did he fully understand what he had lost when the light had been taken from him. Because she was like the sunlight - bright, warm, beautiful.

And, like the sun, she could never be his.