Quotes from Storm Constantine

Daniel felt now as if the weight of history, the history of Shem's people was pressing like a crowd of ghosts upon his mind.

Shan knew he had been walking in the forest of winter for a long time, but from that moment the days would grown longer and light would return to the land of his soul.

Just for a moment, I longed to succumb to the hysteria within me that was demanding admission.

Your name works wonders in Little Moor, Barbara. It's like a free pass.

He cared about people, in a weird sort of way. I know he loved Owen and me, no matter what he did to us. Peveral Othman would have restored Owen after his ritual, but Shemyaza is not the person we knew before. Now he's a husk, and his indifference is worse than anything else.

Daniel noticed that Sofia glared hungrily at the remains of the fruit as Enniel replaced it on the altar. She looked as if she might rise up, throw herself across the temple, and gorge herself on the sticky fragments.

A corrupt sweetness lined the back of his throat, a taste of nightmare.

Her power had fed the prince of light, and she had taught him her darkest secrets.

I rambled on incoherently, to an equally incoherent Aniti, about the sacrifices I had made for my lone life's path, which precluded all intimate relationships of a long-term nature.

Tayven knew a lot about Foy, but seemed ignorant of Misk, Jia, and Thrope. Rav didn't like the way they made him feel. They belonged to him, yet he felt that he belonged to them.

A residue of last night's ritual still shimmered around him; he could taste the history of the water as he drank it. Over the rim of the glass, he inspected the Grigori around the table. Beautiful men, like models or actors, but whose eyes burned with cold fire. They are angels, Daniel thought. This is a host of angels.

He yearned for the mellow glow of an English summer evening and the smallness of life in his old home.

Rav thought the forced smile on Bayard's face was full of cracks.

What right had he to come and talk to them so casually in their grief and despair?

The darkness was full of dancing specks of light, which I could see even when I closed my eyes.

Enniel was a powerful man, and he had powerful allies, but still he feared the task he had been given. He knew powers existed that were greater than the combined might of his people, and in the forthcoming chase, the prey might well turn and devour the hunters.

Let your voice be soft, oh snarling one. Be kind to us.

While Owen Winter timidly made love to her brother in the attic room, Verity Cranton lay in her single bed, dreaming.

Magrast, so huge and busy, had un-nerved Khaster and Valraven at first. They were used to the wild, free air of Caradore. Here they found enclosed spaces, areas of decay and poverty, where the air was almost unbearable. High walls enclosed them, and a forest of bleak turrets, immense domes, elegant spires.

Being as he is, such a sensual creature, I realised he needed to establish himself with Rayojini in his own way.

I used to have terrible nightmares about Ellony. She would come to my window and slide through the glass like a mist. She came to steal my breath, an ugly, monstrous sea woman. Her skin was greeny-white and she had a mouth full of hooked fangs like a predator fish.

How could life change so much so quickly?

The boundary was a shivery place where realities crossed and strained to overtake each other.

The air smelled exotically of old incense and Shan's skin prickled as if emanations from past conjourings still crackled in the folds of the universe.