Quotes from Storm Constantine

Emilia, you are a bad girl. Is this how you pulled Kashday Murkaster's secrets from him? Pillow talk, they call it, don't they? All the great femme fatales of human history were adept at it.

Ays felt sure the man would swing across to them soon. What would he say? In his heart, Ays prepared himself, scripted questions. Was it you at the wind orchestra, you in the shadows of this morning? Why? What do you want of me? He longed to hear the answer, feeling it would somehow open his perceptions for more than the strongest dose of hela ever would.

She had sacrificed a potential relationship for the sake of a dream that could never be real.

The most beautiful hara do not have to be cruel or mean or jealous. It is in them to be courteous and kind. Why be otherwise when the world has been so kind to them?

He saw that the peacock wings of the angel had unfurled, revealing his perfect body. It was covered in scars.

Metatron stood, like a statue clothed in deep green velvet, among the polished red-marble columns of the entrace hall, other families giving him a wide berth. That alone signified he was not in the best of humours.

My beautiful one," he said. "Daniel. My eyes, my ears, my tongue, my heart." "Indeed, he is beautiful," Ainzu agreed. "Look well, for you look upon your own spirit. That is what Daniel represents. Is he not a lamb to your lion? Have you not lain down together?

She succumbed to the disease of love, reliquished her flesh to its fevering infection, opened her mind to its gnawing absesses and sores.

After what seemed an hour of disorienting scrabbling, I managed to claw my way through the leaping bodies and stumbled into the city beyond them.

In the world of the night, all is black and white, and we were there to celebrate its colours.

Not only did failure oppress me, but I could no longer deny the pattern revealing itself before me.

Owen jumped up and helped himself to more wine. Othman could almost smell the boy's anxiety. He, more than the more innocent Lily, sensed the potential simmering in the room. Othman observed Owen's taut back. His reserve must be broken down.

Impotency was just another part of the murky hinterland that was once the light of his soul.

Daniel stared at him without expression, wanting to push his hand away, wanting to take hold of it and squeeze the fingers tightly, guide them to his face. It was hard to stay angry at Taziel.

Listen, don't bother trying to resist Varian. He is stronger than you. Let him amuse himself.

My sore words are inspired by desperate need.

He sensed the unpredictable nature of his prey, and knew that his capture would involve unwelcome and uncalculable consequences!

She could smell the perfume of his own body beneath that of the aftershave: a scent of corn and ozone. It was unbearable. She made a promise to herself that she would have him, eventually. She could not stand it if she didn't.

He suppressed any thought of Ishtahar and tried to concentrate on the lithe, young body against him.

Azazel must come to me, Sofia. This you know. I don't want him contaminated by the Parzupheim's lies and machinations

Part of him was beautiful, a creative, sensitive soul. But there was another part, a part perhaps hinted at, which I had not yet truly seen.

His glamour never fails to surprise me; it is always as if we are meeting for the first time.

Leeth sat beside Ays and he smiled at her cooly; an aloofness that in the face of a beloved is devastatingly bewitching.

An androgynous deity has many ways of manifesting.