Quotes from Storm Constantine

To those watching him, he appeared to dance as he walked.

Too long have we hidden away here in the atelier courts.

Change, it is the wine of life.

She felt as if he'd touched her feeling somehow, held them and looked at them, and then put them down again, for they did not hold his interest for long.

The panaroma of life revolved about him in a swirl of color and feeling.

It was likely that many people had been affected by them in a similar way; dreaming of celebrities, dreaming of touching them and possessing their bodies for a night. I was probably no different than their other admirers.

Have you ever stopped to consider what changed Valraven from the friend you loved into the cold creature that could kill without thinking?

There was a familiarity about Taziel's etheric body, which Shem realised he had picked up on vaguely in the Assembly Rooms. So Enniel had used this past lover to track him down. Aninka and Taziel: the avenging angels. Aninka was no problem-she was too hurt by Othman's betrayal-but Taziel was another matter. He sought to control Daniel. Shem smiled to himself as he thought of this. There was no way he'd let that happen.

Oh, Enniel, face reality. Shemyaza is no ordinary being. What would burn you or I might simply be the beat of a lover's body to him.

You have filled me with death, with your breath of death.

The multitude of slowly shrivelling corpses that peopled the vault, slid softly to powder in a soulless void.

She saw his face properly for the first time. It wasn't cruel, but it wasn't kind either. It was dark and terrible and beautiful.

The world seemed to change before my eyes. All the huts looked empty and sad, the dampness stung like acid. I think I knew then, in that brief instant, that my destiny had been set. Already the land around me had acknowledged my farewell.

Stagnation must be burned away by fire.

Ushas was not the most celebrated of soulscapers, but she was one of the most glamorous soulscaper currently available for commision.

Aninka was left staring at Taziel. She realised, with some amusement, that there would be competition over with whom Lahash would be spending the rest of the night. Well, she had no intention of spending it alone. Pointedly, she sat down on the bed.

I am Shemyaza's vizier, his adviser. The age of this body has little to do with the maturity of my soul, or the fact that once I lived in Grigori flesh.

It was in the Soak that the lethal drink, harm, was brewed, known as the Red Witch, the Blood Stealer. Harm was one of the primary reasons the highbreds went to the Soak. It could be purchased easily enough from the back cupboards of fashionable city taverns, but somehow consuming the stuff in the cradle of its creation was more decadent, more dangerous. Under its consciousness-altering effects, a young bravo could be robbed or even murdered by a sly Soak whore.

The woman pawed at her body, clothing it, preening it. They tugged at her hair, wound it with flowers. There was something greedy about their attentions. It made Pharinet's flesh crawl.

There is no such thing as truth or untruth. There is simply being, and perception.

There was something wrong about seeing her now. It was as if they belonged to different worlds. He wished he could excuse himself.

The Gelaming were sensualists, of course, as were the other tribes of their country. They enjoyed luxury, even of the simplest kind-and perhaps that was the best sort.

Perhaps the conspiracy existed only because I had invented it. Perhaps I should forget about it now.

The man was running his eyes over Finnigin's body in a decidedly greedy manner.