Quotes from Storm Constantine

The dark surface of the mirror seemed to be the portal to a bottomless void. The suggestion of faint, distant stars spun in its depths.

To be apart from Min would be like dying for him, and no gloves of fur and snakeskin could stroke away the pain.

They had come here seeking the past, and maybe they had found it. But not in the way they'd imagined.

The last time I spoke to my mother about this matter, her aims were similar to ours in many respects, except that she wants Bayard as king. A sun king, who will unify the disgruntled realms through the power of the spirit.

I felt like they were loitering around in the hope one of us would sup from them later. Perhaps we would find it difficult to leave until we had obliged them.

Blood, flesh: what were these? Coarse, brutish victuals, the things that dogs ate. With his more refined palate, Peveral Othman could imbibe a more subtle substance.

Most of the time he ignored her scorn because he realised she possessed far greater power and knowledge than he did, but occasionally her autocratic manner grated on his nerves.

Finnigin, consider this essential truth: I am your life.

Words spun patterns in Varencienne's mind, but she knew she had to be careful.

Your love has brought me back. I am coming to you.

They were like a horde of greedy cannibals, salivating to sample the divine flesh. Yet the robed, starving light only burned from their eyes while the fruit filled their mouths.

It had happened all wrong.

Daniel's silence had been eloquent on the other end of the line. Shem was reminded that his vizier was five years older now; a boy no longer and perhaps not quite so malleable as in the past.

How quaint my imagination has been, she thought. Foy killed it. She showed me too much and destroyed my capacity to dream.

I will give you meat, Salamiel thought, and once you eat of my offerings, you will be mine.

I see a boy. Ah, he is beautiful, and he has the way of wyrd within him.

Just outside the hall, a bevy of youths and maidens sat waiting demurely for the serious business of the gathering to be concluded. They were garlanded in rose-vines, the thorns of which had provocatively pricked their faultless skins, conjuring aromatic gems that beaded redly upon the surface. As we passed them, Beth and I made a sacred genuflection, because we knew the significance of their presence.

Morning brought fury to my door in several forms.

I thought my seach was over. I'm tired of travelling, of looking for invisible things.

Paraga was a delicate creature, with an elongated neck and large eyes. Long whiskers drooped from his jaws and enormous batlike wings sprouted from his shoulders. Rav thought he looked like the most friendly of the dragons, but it was difficult to tell from a painting.

The landscape rushed past him, gathering him up, and he was back there, frozen in terror and pain, pleading for mercy, finding none.

Othman became aware of Owen's mounting unease on his other side. The boy would have to be attended to first.

Uttering a cry of disgust, Verity put her hands against her eyes and turned away. She did not intend to turn into Othman's arms, but he'd positioned himself accurately. He felt strong and reassuring.

The destiny of the land was sealed, but as yet there was no way of knowing what direction that would take.