Quotes from Storm Constantine

At that moment, everything went utterly still, but for light shooting from jewelled throat to jewelled throat, from candelabra to chandelier.

Whatever my opinion of her, she is very knowledgeable and powerful, and an excellent teacher. I was not prepared to let my prejudices affect your training.

Tonight, even though he was not physically present, Tayven's spiritual presence was very much in evidence. Merlan could feel it, like a creature crowded in the dark, ready to leap out and hiss.

His face was finely-boned and should have appeared handsome, but there was something repellent about him that had little to do with appearances.

I will slither from his grasp. I will be like the Caradorean mist. If someone punches me, they will hit only air. I cann't be broken by force. I will bend and twist and float away. If he cuts me with a sword, I will laugh. If he cuts me with words, I will simply shrug. He will laugh at what happens to me at the fire pits and I will smile and shrug. It doesn't matter.

Our soulscape was a place that shimmered with the incohate birds of later carnal blossoming. As such it was instrumental in our development.

For a few moments the pair of them shared a single terror; a look passed between them.

The pillars were covered in representations of serpents, most of which were winged. Others were half human or half Grigori; a woman's torso rising from a thick ophidian coil; a man with twin snakes for legs whose gaping maw devoured a child with a viper's head.

I think Sinaclara identifies Valraven with her beloved peacock angel, and more than a touch of romance colors her convictions.

My Lord, the booty of the day is meagre in quantity, but rich in quality. Observe the beauty of this youth.

Those were the remains of those who had been incarcerated before death, who had been deposited in riches by attentive machines, only to claw their way from their shrouds, struggle and plummet to extinction. The machines clearly were not designed to deal with that eventuality, and as people who built them never entered the vault, no-one ever discovered these accidents or were able to devise a method of preventing them.

The pain was just a small spark that kindled a greater flame of pleasure within her. She became pure feeling, devoid of intellect. The delicate petals of poppies drifted down upon her face. She was enfolded in feathers, in great wings.

The darkness was electric, almost vigilant.

You'll not be able to let yourself die for this destiny.

Today, I would step off the narrow, twisty path of childhood, with all its secret haunts, and put one foot on the wide road of womanhood.

What had begun as a holy quest had slowly mutated into a torment.

Daniel had passed the point where he could tell himself to drop Owen Winter's friendship. He'd tried it in the past, but Owen only had to appear again and Daniel would be powerless.

Khaster could feel the blood beating in every inch of his veins. He could see its red building behind his eyes.

You were never what I thought you were, but if anything, I respected you more for it.

Surely, whatever lived in this place had preceded him from the hall of the dead. He was kindred to it. There was no need for fear.

Many people called them the Lions of Magrast, but Varencienne had heard her husband refer to them as wolves, and this description seemed more apt: pale wolves, with gemstone eyes, tongues lolling in the dark, panting, waiting, claws clinking along the bare passages of the palace.

The Palindrakes and I should have come together in perfect balance; physically, mentally and spiritually. The Dragon Daughters perverted that. They hate living beings, but also envy us. Their cold forms crave our heat. Their passionless hearts hunger for the sensation of emotion. But they are like careless children with these things, which are toys to them. They do not realize how fragile human feeling is, and once they have broken it, they cast it aside.

How much longer will you stand, dark lady? I admire the way you cling to life, even though half your roots are now nothing more than lifeless twigs.

Lily had stepped back from him, into Othman's control.