Quotes from Storm Constantine

You didn't want time to pass. You hadn't faced your demons. You wanted to remain a child. Despite what people want to believe, time is not linear. There is no past point, future point, or now point. It's just a cycle of flux and mutability.

He passed several bodies that had fallen out of their niches onto the floor, their broken limbs positioned in attitudes of despair and terror, their crushed faces expressing the most appalling horror.

Penemue's emotions were an indigo red maelstorm in Sarpanita's mind. She could barely think.

It would be as if I carried a tangible memory of the shaman with me if I travelled with his boy.

The world will not end after this, but change.

He was not running away, but running onwards.

Miahel had been confined to atelier courts for over forty years; now he emerged, fresh as a dew-heavy bird, sleeky fed and quivering with unspent energy.

The Pelleth were too eager to have Daniel in their ranks, and although Meggie and Betsy cleverly disguised their fervour, Emma could sense it behind their words, boiling away like a kettle on the old black range.

You are growing now, growing forth and your roots must spread until they touch the knowledge.

He realised there was another world going about its business around him, but he was never drawn into it, never a witness to its tragedies and celebrations.

He experienced a feeling of descent, which became more rapid as time passed, but the fall might also have occurred for an eternity.

We have yearned for one another because we are just parts of a sundered soul. The soul is big, so big. Perhaps it belongs to a fragmented god, and there may be good reason why it fragmented. I don't know.

He shared Daniel's discomfort, but knew if they both gave in to fear, it would act as a beacon of light to those who were hunting them. Taziel tried to shroud Daniel's worried thoughts with a beacon of calm.

There will be a time when you remember this place and recognize it as a mirror for the true seat of power.

History is stories, some of it embellished to make it more colorful, some of it remembered only in half-light, fragmented.

She had no thoughts, no opinions, and had become a ringing nerve of pure sensation.

Our father had control of his mind, while I had only his heart. I needed both.

Listen, then, for I am a soulscaper and have the gift of the story tongue.

My rage scattered us. My rage at Valraven for always getting the better of me, for always meaning everything to everyone, for being the light that I could never be. That is the dark root of it. The rage fed on my terror of being a mere shadow to Valraven's sun. In denying this fear, I am still blind.

As an affirmation of life, even a predator is a welcome sight.

She craves his attention, and the least morsel of it gives her satisfaction.

I think trust is a priceless commodity.

It is time now, Lily Murkaster, for you to come home.

The night was alive, as only a late summer night can be.