Quotes from Storm Constantine

To rid the world of one empire merely made room for another.

There is nothing of yours I have not possessed. Soon, I shall even possess your body as I have taken those whom you love. You have no power to resist me.

I could tell that the lady's pain was condensing hard within every eloim heart, as we smiled and nodded at our friends, talking in voices that barely shook, of the capricious bent of the artistic soul.

Shem's body looked so perfect, it could have been an idealised statue of male beauty. Daniel heard Sofia utter a lascivious, appreciative murmur, and a blade of pure jealousy sliced through his belly. She would want a piece of Shem. Everyone did.

Why do you think I noticed you so much? This is a dream come true for me, but then it isn't at all. I can't change you.

Shan felt he'd lost the closeness he enjoyed with his mentor, because the others were there.

I am known by many names, some of them forgotten now.

I gulped air, so disoriented that I tried to swallow it, like food.

Othman prowled the lanes of Little Moor, dragging his intentions behind him like smoke.

How was it possible to own such power? Khaster knew Tayven wanted him, so he couldn't refuse. Was this any better than what Bayard had done earlier? He couldn't tell. He just wanted to taste those lips.

He felt ashamed of what he had imagined: the plundering of Finnigin's body, the transformation of Finnigin's flesh. He was unsure what had prompted him to do it.

I thought I could make a weapon out of you. It was not my desire to make you a force for the good particularly, just a force for effect.

Sofia visualised shining strings emanating from each of her fingers and connected with the souls of her puppets. All she had to do to get them to perform was to lift a finger and tweak a string.

Tahira was tall and unbent by age, although her advanced years showed in the weathering of her face. Long, grey hair that looked as strong as steel wire curled down over her shoulders. She wore heavy jewelry of malachite inlaid silver at her throat and wrists, around her spare shoulders hung a large, fringed shawl of red and yellow silk. She listened without expression as Qimei explained what he required of her.

Love did not suit her. Her face was not made for dreamy expressions, and her long, restless body did not fit comfortably into postures of romantic languor.

He gripped the crystal heart tightly, felt its broken edges, the torn arteries and veins bite into his palm.

For a person who walks in people's dreams, who has conversed with gods and ghosts, you are an insufferable sceptic, Rayojini.

Both of their leaned down, and I felt as if my flesh was alight with their radiance.

These people look like actors and their domains are stage sets.

Barbara Eager, he was sure, considered herself to be an amateur poet, and probably ran a small writing circle in the village. She would have been easy prey, if he'd been interested.

There was something uncomfortably intimate in Hadith's manner, an intimacy I was unfamiliar with.

The past lay between them, a stagnant flood of unspoken words and unexpressed feelings.

The woman directed a scorching gaze at Barbara and Othman, hardly bothering to disguise the suspicion in her eyes that here was a moneyed middle-aged housewife out with her bit of rough. The suspicion was peppered with resentment and envy disguised as scorn.

Daniel has betrayed you, Owen. He laughed about you, as Lily did. Both of them prefer my attention to yours. You are weak, unskilled, a fumbling, hopeless lover. Give yourself to me now. Let me teach you.