Quotes from Storm Constantine

This was a time of power; he could feel it vibrating in the air around him. The soul of the boy burned with a white luminance within the church. Soon, it would blaze like a beacon fire.

You are his creature and you must lure him to me.

In her heart, the dark red of her wedding dress was the deep bloodied shade of mourning, heavy with lilies of the grave, and her hair was spiked with bleached bones. It must be Everna putting these thoughts in her head. She liked to talk about death, and seemed to find it more romantic than love.

There was a great deal of feminine fussing during those blissful hours before we all trouped out to the coliseum.

He opened his eyes, and the sight of the crystal city, in all its splendour, came at his sensitive pupils like a hail of spears.

Did he imagine the rustle of garments, the brief touch of fingers on his brow? He opened his eyes, expection violation, but there was no one there.

What a magnificent creature. A killing machine of great beauty, who had the wydring way. An alchemist could not have grown a more perfect specimen in a vat.

People fall out, and fall in; then they can't make up their minds and just claw each other. It was like that, but not like that. We had divided loyalties.

Othman admired the boy's saintly composure, his innocent dignity. He knew he had made the right choice.

She smiled at me in a distinctly secretive way. Sacramantas were like that; secretive, and it seemed the secrets were of the most delicious kind.

Their hearts were as brittle as crystal shards, yet just as sharp and hard. They broke easily into a thousand fragments, and each of those fragments was a new heart, keen enough to wound and tear.

By the elements, you surely have the blood of Jadrin in your veins. A minx, a trickster, like him!

They call him the hand of fire, the eye of the emperor. It is said that as he slays in your father's name, so your father witnesses the event. Valraven pledged himself to the fire. Yes, I know what he is, Varencienne. A traitor to his land, his gods.

For a while, I slept, my dreams coloured by the hectic voices beyond the garden; the crazy songs of the gift of the vine.

You're too full of intrigue, Aggie. The artisans are not swayed by th same base passions as ourselves.

He is virgin. He must remain so. Until the night before his death.

Over her head, Merlan grimaced at Lord Maycarpe, for they were both used to the queen's somewhat forthright manner, but instead of returning the grimace as usual, Maycarpe's gaze was fixed on Shan. Merlan had never seen such an expression on his employer's face: amazement and what looked like greed.

I don't care what you feel about magic, you must experience the power of Anterity. It is the lake of the warrior, and you need that force within you.

He saw, as pulsing sickly colors, the fear, greed, ignorance and seeping uncertainty that bred either hate or indifference. But there were nobility too,, and love and honor. They were mixed together in a chaotic maelstorm of feeling, of force.

I am yours, my friend.

Azazel has absorbed part of the boy into himself. Therefore, part of Azazel resides within the boy. A small, silent part, but present nonetheless. We pay homage to the residue and draw out the essence of Shemyaza with flesh.

I was a pampered plaything, pale and thin; a sickle moon to the memory of Mewt's slaughtered sun king.

He was aware only of a serpent biting its own tail; a circle completed.

When you find him, tell him the joke is over. He must release me.