Quotes from Storm Constantine

Only hours before, I had been poignantly balancing on the rim of a terrible abyss, my heart and head full of profundity; now I was living in a nightmare of farce.

I'm staring at a creature, exquisite in its creation, who will soon be adrift in a world completely alien. I want to enjoy these moments of stillness before that happens. Look upon it as a few scant hours of bliss before things get unpleasant and challenging for you.

I'm a Palindrake," Varencienne said. "Your sea wife. I've earned that. Don't push me back into the enemy camp.

He is a survivor, who has held onto life and power with matchless tenacity. For this reason, he will eventually see reason.

Othman reflected, as he undid his belt to his leather trousers that it was so easy to manipulate them once they had the first taste.

Purple is not only the 'royal colour', but is linked to spirituality, and intuition.

Sofia sat down, giving an impression of outward composure, though within she fought the same maelstorm of emotion that showed plainly on Salamiel's face.

I want to make a difference, Shan thought, but not yet. I'm not ready.

The sounds he had perceived were no more than rogue emotions and memories, echoing from wall to wall.

You're no longer touched by the magic of this place, are you?

Her gaze travelled down his chest to the dark coins of his nipples, which seemed to call for a halo of lips to encircle them, for eager teeth to bite them.

She will survive with awareness, and there is no greater penance.

How could healing be so dark? She felt only evil around her, nothing healthy at all. It was bleak and cold and cruel. Heartless. This, she reflected miserably, was almost a reflection of herself.

I should have been with them, yes, part of them. I was meant to be part of them, but now I was there in my salon with the Lord of Light.

After a week, Lydia's few friends in the district had come to investigate her absence from their gatherings, and had taken charge. Ari remembered them; big women in loose dresses with bare legs or overalls and sandals. They rationed Lydia's alcoholic intake, cleaned the house, and talked in low, shocked voices that could not hide the relish and excitement they felt at this unexpected tragedy.

This is my home. You've made it so.

They are a stuffy lot, and rather too fond of pomp and circumstance.

Fear not, my lovely. You are still a major part of my design. In the meantime, concentrate on Lily Winter. She should be the focus of your energies at this time.

He knew he was drawn to the Dragon Lord, but it was not a sexual feeling, nor even one of admiration or affection. It was beyond words. In his mind, it resembled a billowing cloud with dark edges. What was hidden within it? Valraven stood tall and still, his black hair gleaming in the clear sunlight. He looked like a proud stallion, eyes wild. Tayven had no doubt he could sense scrutiny.

Other cultures might rush and stumble about, have revelations, build empires, die of plague even, but Mewt continued at her own pace, blessed by the otherworld. It bent its knee to conquerors, yet miraculously remained untainted by their presence. And the conquerors, having secured the diamond of the world, saw no reason to reshape its polished facets.

This was a station, a limbo-no storehouse, but a refuse heap.

The sun needs the contrast of the night for its shine to have meaning.

Everyone who knows about us wants to keep us apart from you. Your own people work against you! They want to contain you and control you.

She supposed that weddings in Magrast were stately and joyless. The bride would be meek and pale and frightened, and huge bells would clang over them, threatening to shatter their fragile bodies.