Quotes from Storm Constantine

He patrolled the city to keep it alive, even though he lacked the power to wake it.

You are a fool! He is not Daniel, and you will never be me!

I too have a headstrong sister," he said. "For all the problems she presents, I would not want her to be any other way.

Sitting there, with a tiny glass of cordial clutched in a hand more used to earthenware jugs of murky beer, I was thinking about how alien a concept the family-as it was presented here-to me. I found it oppressive and clammy, nothing more than a breeding ground for spite and intrigue.

The day he had made his covenant with the cosmos had been the day he had made himself into a channel for higher powers. The dragon daughters were Valraven's creatures. He had to trust they would act only on his behalf.

He was frightened of being seduced by this woman into believing she had their welfare at heart.

She felt that, in London, the job would have had to be swift and anonymous, but out here she sensed she had more time to be elegant and thorough.

The Sink looked utterly enchanted, as if everyone was under the spell of a magical sleep.

We giggled again, like girls. We were so different, yet the interval of years was meaningless. It was as if we'd seen each other every day since then. Very few friendships have this magic.

Sweet child. He stamps his foot and we find it endearing. We curb our temper and spare him the rod. What gentle parents we are." "We are indeed," Mordryn said. "We are indeed.

He felt as if massing forces pressed against the membrane of reality, and it would take all his strength to keep them from breaking through.

In winter the Brine freezes over entirely and is said that the ice traps all the words that were being spoken as the water froze. In spring, when the ice melts, the air is full of the ghosts of conversation.

You may run from life, Tayven, but it is hunting you, and it will find you.

Wind blew strongly off the sea and seemed filled with whispering voices.

Formless powers compete for control around us, and we are their pawns.

They seek their god-men or god-women, and kill them through familiarity. It is a kind of hunt. Yes. The object of it being the destruction of that which you desire. Hmm.

The spirits could smell Shemyaza's proximity. They were wild with desire for him, as she was.

Their conversation was like a dance, full of wild tarantellas, when their most speculative ideas would burst forth, only to be followed by slow, stately steps, when they considered they were acting like children, making things up, stepping too far into the domain of fantasy.

Delmar was almost fishlike in his dank lack of passion, and his ocean eyes were empty of expression. He came alive only in his element, or in the throes of a trance.

The city hummed and rustled with secret life.

Pharinet, despite what I know of Val and whatever I might of you, I will always love you both. You are strange creatures, and always have been. That is no doubt part of the attraction.

Power was building up around him, living, writhing, hissing power.

She herself now has the power to make the sequence of messages run into one flowing nation; the drop of water will fall and explode upon impact, iniating new sequences, which will be confronted in the future.

The woman's voice seemed to be all around her, and did not originate from any particular area.