Quotes from Storm Constantine

There was a message to be translated, symbolism to be aligned and understood.

He was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. His feline body, now shirted in khaki drab, his blond-streaked hair, seemed to represent all that Ari could ever want, all that she would be denied once Star Eyed moved on.

Everyone felt guilty, even those who were innocent. That was the problem with dishonesty, its taint spread wide. It bred distrust.

He and his brother had once been so close, literally part of each other; in defiling himself, he was defiling Cabochan. When this was pointed out, Cabochan was appalled to see an expression on his brother's face, which suggested that that was one of his reasons for becoming what he had.

Our human allies claim that eloim grow only more lovely as they age; Metatron is a testament to that supposition.

His body had become merely a numb vessel to which his mind could return and rest, whenever astral travel became too tiring.

Her white skin fairly glowed as if lit by some inner fire. Her lips were the colour of red wine, purple in the shadows, and her eyes, like a cat's, were oblique and dark.

The empress was a dark flower herself, dressed not in red, as all the other women, but resplendent in a gold so muted, it seemed almost black. Varencienne wondered if any emotion surged through Tatrini's closed heart. Was she thinking of her own wedding day, all those years before, when her husband had been only a prince and the empire a smaller collection of lands? Had she been happy then, dizzy with girlish anticipation, or had she felt as Varencienne did now: resigned and cold?

It was as if the potential of the twins had been coaxed out, or unleashed; she wasn't sure which.

Daniel looked young and vulnerable, still wearing his school uniform, although he'd removed his tie and jacket.

How many times had she danced herself into a deliciously drunken frenzy around the edges of her smouldering offerings, breathing deeply the heady, powerful, almost frightening reek of smoke?

Ainzu, my spirit is not beautiful. Lions devour the sweetest of lambs, for that is their nature." "Indeed, you are the beast," Ainzu said. "And is not the beast of the earth? And is the earth not beautiful?

To Finnigin, it was as if he was about to take part in a celebration for the clamour of the bells made him feel as if something amazing was about to happen.

The cry of the bells had condensed even further until it sounded like a single, crazed voice clanging out over the city.

The episode with the American woman had shaken him as much as he sensed it had shaken her. It had been unexpected, a total, disorienting yanking-back to act out an archetypical role. He'd had as little volution in it as she, as if they'd been the puppets of higher purposes.

A tainted fruit; he should be allowed to rot in peace.

I am intrigued by unusual people. I'm quite unusual myself. Like calls to like, as they say.

The women of Caradore had secrets and she was flitting around the hidden flame of it, curious and in danger of being scorched. The land pulsed with mysteries she wanted to penetrate.

Did the sight of Tayven kindle old memories? Perhaps he was sad to see Tayven had grown from a beautiful fey boy into a man. It could remind him of his own mortality. When Tayven had first gone into Almorante's service, the prince had been little more than a boy himself.

Information nagged in the air around me, incomprehensible for now, but existent all the same. If only I could pluck it forth, give it form.

In any case, a world without toys would be a terribly dull place.

An extremely tall, good-looking young man with long tawny hair was making his way between the tables towards them. At first Daniel was sure he knew this person, but the impression was fleeting, and after only a moment, he realised the newcomer was a stranger.

You, my dear, are a sidekick. You always were in the past, and you are now. Azazel has the power, not you. Do not make the mistake of over-estimating your value.

Varian walked into the room, his face expressionless. He was wearing his hat with the blue feather, and a long crushed velvet coat, of deepest blue, which was covered in intricate embroidery. His hands were heavy with enormous jewelled rings. Affluence seemed to roll off him in waves. He inspected Finnigin for a few long moments.