Quotes from Storm Constantine

The Gelaming regarded themselves as a force for good, and in many ways they were, but they were also inexorable and their compassion could often feel like oppression.

If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand—always.

The greatest virtue in Man is his undying sense of hope.

Self-discipline must be the hardest principle to master. Second is tolerance and then acceptance.

Any man worth my love lives only in storybooks.

His laughter was the result of euphoria at finding himself alive and above ground.

You were part of something, and miraculously, you survived that part.

In his heart, he was aware of just how vulnerable he was, and that Othman knew that. He had dared to believe he was different, that a new, stronger self had awakened within him, but it was newborn and fragile. This man, this creature was more than a match for him.

Good girls would certainly not want to read about them.

We touch, and the link is forged. Clawing the residue of Beth's failing strength in my grasp, I align our souls with the child's. I can even see her name, as if it marks every cell of her body. Rayojini. Rayo. Daughter. She had been waiting for us. She is the one, the only possible one.

I was not afraid; only fascinated, confident to that he was my own creation.

Instinctively, he reached for his knife, fumbled fro fractions of a second with the thong of a purse, tore it loose. He stabbed frantically at the thing that surrounded him, tore the blade through cloth and hair and flesh. One part fell away, a languid, dead flailing of limbs and hair. The other gripped him, and even though he had stabbed a limb, would not release him.

Poor Beth, it must have felt like slow and agonising death, keeping his distance from Tartaruchi; this work of art was but a poor substitute.

Despite the intensity of our brief friendship in Sacramante, Liviana Tricante never came to visit me.

He was luminous with a strange indigo light. He was inhuman, like a demon.

We don't all have the benefit of a private income," he said sourly. "Not everyone has the freedom you have, me included." "True. Can't say it bothers me particularly.

There is a saying: in dreams the heart speaks truly.

In the days of the Dragon, on this night of Foymoriel, the people brought to this rock the fairest of youths. Here his blood was spilled and cast over the stone. Our silken cloth represents this blood. As the youth lay swooning against the rock, so the women called to the great Foy. She smelled the boy's blood and came up from the deep to accept the offering.

She could sense something creeping towards her home, shrouded in thunder, carried by it.

I believed that you were shutting me out of your life, but perhaps I am as guilty as you of preferring isolation. Our path is hard, Daniel. We should not choose to walk it alone. You are my light.

I spent much of my time painting, and portraits of a dozen lost loves adorned the walls of my home; their cold eyes stared down at me with disdain, their lips forever smiling.

I would much prefer our relationship to be easy, for we are to have a relationship, Tayven.

I had discovered that the concentration required for crossing new territory seemed to quell the phantoms, dim their shapes, and silence their whispers, which was probably the real reason why I had not headed back to Taparak when the weather turned.

Daniel took off his tie, loosened his shirt collar. He didn't like Owen seeing him in uniform. It made him feel young and conventional.