Quotes from Storm Constantine

Blue is the colour of strong passion and creativity, while green associated with the heart is seen as representative of generosity and kindness.

All individual soulscapes are connected; it is merely a matter of perception and use of a mere potent fume to enter a consensual scape.

The man was tall, shrouded in a dark cloak, his face now hidden by a wide-brimmed hat, in which reposed a single magnificent blue feather.

I stopped walking and looked hard at this grand woman who had once been a girlhood friend. We had not known each other very long, but our friendship had been intense and intimate for all its brevity.

Lily was eager to dance, her body moving involuntarily to the summoning of the music. She was a tawny cat stretching before the panther's grace of Israel, who watched her with a smiling, feline eye.

Tamara, Shemyaza is a god, but he is also a man. Do not be foolish and allow his glamour to bewitch you. It is vital you remain in control. Love him as the Prince of Light, but despise the Adam in him. You, in some respects, are more powerful than he, for you are female. I am relying on you.

Her face was round, her eyes rather staring, but despite the fact that she was no conventional beauty, her body oozed a sense of sexuality and power.

I know all! All! But Ays, my pretty smalling, can you pluck the knowledge from my breast, my brow? No! I cannot bestow such priveleges with abandon.

I want to hate you, yet I can't. There is something more to you than what you show, something I don't know.

For me, the coupling of flesh is not enough. It is but a parody.

The flesh tingled only slightly. Louis was no voracious monster like Emilia Manden. A slight glow still played around Louis's lips, which were shuddering. Othman knew the ichor would have tasted wonderful, literally divine

It was hard to believe this creature, this perfect being, lay submissive before her.

The moment when he realised he was consciousness without form occurred when Ays tried to reach out towards the shrouded face. He had nothing to reach out with, other than pure desire.

He, like his brother, the sad Mikha'il, had a wound above the heart that never healed.

This man could not be human, but at that point, Louis did not care.

You are beautiful, Daniel thought, but empty. I thought I wanted to touch you, but I don't. You won't let me reach the places I want to touch.

Azazel has been at High Crag for two days, yet you still have not brought him here to me, where he belongs.

Here, my story began. Now I feel as if another story's just beginning.

It was best to shun such places. But the places summoned, as if they yearned for his observation, as if, without it, they would not be real in this world, or would decay. Sometimes they had birthed new myths for him to catalogue.

The scry mede is not a toy. It is a mirror of the universe, but it is also a portal. If you don't know what you're doing, you can let something through, even invite it in.

When he sat upon his throne there, the empress's hand would be forever upon his shoulder, lightly but firmly.

The whole city made his skin itch with discomfort, as if conspiracies were incubating in every dark corner. Whispers would sometimes seem to follow him down twisting alley that were like canyons between the high narrow buildings. Valraven was being led into this labyrinth. A monster was waiting for him.

We eloim on the Earth were Sammael's minions, although he ignored us now.

This hour belonged to Tamara alone.