Quotes from Storm Constantine

When Shan was fifteen years old, dark soldiers come out of the west, like a cloud of evil boiling over the soft hills of his homeland. They commanded terrible beasts, which killed with hooked claws like scythes and cold eyes that dripped icy fire. The soldiers wore helmets that looked like fiends, tusked and snarling and sneering.

Daniel felt like he was held in an electric field. Othman's touch somehow confirmed and intensified the presence of Owen. These men knew him. His soul felt naked. He could not speak, or if he did, he would speak in tongues. He didn't want to talk about his abilities. Then Othman withdrew his hand and Owen moved away.

Fight symbol with symbol.

Tayven was not only alive, but had returned in some manner to the life he had known. He was not like Taropat, hidden away. The sketchy picture drawn by the scant words Shad had heard that night did not resemble the portrait Taropat had painted of the beautiful serene mystic. Dangerous? Better? What happened to Tayven after Khaster had fled? How had he survived?

You hate Valraven most for when he would not help you save Tayven. You resented feeling so powerless, so in need of aid. You hated him then for not being the great saviour that he'd always been for you. But in a way, you have always hated him; for being stronger than you, for bettering you and saving your skin.

Half of him wanted to pull Finnigin close, absorb his flesh, because of their similarity. The other half of him was repulsed, unnerved. Finnigin's expressions, being more mobile than Ays; seemed a parody.

I'm very possessive of Daniel," he said. "I don't want anyone else dabbling with his talents.

In the act of violating their supposed victim, they surrender their soul to the magician's power.

Show us the face of the oracle, he who must be ours.

I can assure you I'm now always fully of my own bizarre and unique magnificence.

They had become distanced from the object of their journey, caught up in the grinding cruelty of the red world, where nations were oppressed and irreplaceable ancient sites violated and destroyed.

We are in the original Chamber, which in ages past was used by the magi of the King of Magravandias. To this day, the government is called the Fire Chamber, but they no longer use this sacred place for their meetings. Few know it exists.

Aninka had no idea what she had been mixed up in, poor child. Neither did Enniel have any intention of enlightening her too fully. She would not understand the implications, and might prove obstructive to his aims.

I am the lioness. I speak with her voice. I look out through her eyes. I am she. I doze in the hot bars of sunlight that come down through the temple roof. I breathe in the scent of flowers. Priests come to me and ask questions so I will talk. It doesn't matter what I say, because all the words of the goddess have meaning. They sing to me to improve my humour.

Behold! For this is his blood, within which dwells the light of truth!

The higher the street, the loftier and more abstract its creativity.

I had not observed her for several months, and look what had happened.

I am a manipulative person, whom some might call evil, because I like to interfere in people's lives.

The landscape slept in peace, while he, as a savior of the dead, walked like a wraith himself beneath the shadows of the trees.

He has become the victim of violation, raped of his soul essence and personality.

Mikha'il was regarded as a traitor, although eloim repugnance was obviously tempered by grudging respect, otherwise there would have been no statue.

He sensed its great age beneath his feet and even now, closing his eyes upon the busy street, fancied he could sense its previous incarnations, when the streets had been merely mud. Perhaps it had always been filthy.

They were part of the same pattern. In his guts, Shan was sure they had to meet.

I rubbed my fingers together, conscious of the fact I had touched something Avirzah'e had held in his hands.