Quotes from Storm Constantine

When he felt sexually excited, Casmeer found with some alarm, that he wanted to harm his characters, his self-children. He wanted to squeeze them, to make them bleed. This, he despised in himself, but then considered that as the stories were fictions, it was acceptable for him to exorcise his feelings through them. He did not have to judge himself for his lewd or wicked thoughts.

Her response was without artifice, human in its spontaneity.

I didn't want to be a pretty bauble. I craved to be far more dangerous." "There are few things more dangerous than a pretty bauble, as Almorante well knew. By now, I expect Tatrini does as well." "I have fulfilled my vocation then.

You have welcomed an incubus into your bed yet you shun me. You're pathetic.

His face was a leering mask, all vestige of beauty fled.

The crowning with thorn and roses, the piercing of the flesh by thorns, was a traditional message that Izabella did not expect to have these morsels returned to her. They were sacrifices. Because of this, the supping, the draining of their flesh, would be of holy intention.

This country should be enjoyed through the senses.

Too long has she lamented over her defeat, which her pride brought upon her. You are touched by her feelings, and do not know it, yet you are strong and can overcome the weakness.

He couldn't imagine returning, for a sense of finality and ending enclosed him like a farewell murmured in a soft sad voice.

Perhaps you are what everyone says you are," Jadawyn said, then grinned. "But I wouldn't want you to be any other way.

Bayard again eyed him speculatively, perhaps thinking that there was a new creature to snare, to use. Bayard always need plenty of creatures to deal with the intrigues at court.

In her heart, she had always seen him this way: virile, handsome and nervy with energy.

Your mind, your soul, is like an overturned jug. Everything pours out.

I think the flaming brand symbolizes Anterity's attribute. The fire is the will, the will to overcome, not to conquer and repeat the cycle of hatred. We shall only triumph if we affirm our own suffering as our responsibility. We will triumph once we can take action and relinquish reaction.

Do not love him, for his ice will extinguish your fire.

I did not speak again, and neither did she, but we walked together in easy silence, as friends might, along the road.

We have both learned something about each other, but there is no time for thoughtful reflection.

This is what I'm really like, what I've always been like. I'm just lucky because I've found a way around the injustice, the fucking unbelievable injustice of nature. You think the decaying body was me? You think the sagging tits, the slab shanks, the dried up old cunt, was me. No. This is me. And it's the same for every god-damned ancient bint in the world, whatever nature's done to them. Just remember that.

Love her, Louis, make her well. You must love your children.

You have a beautiful face, mister. I'd hate to think of it pecked away.

The young are evolving into a new species, which is stronger, sharper and more beautiful than their forerunners. Androgynous beings, they transcend gender and race. They possess keen psychic abilities and the means, through a process called inception, to transform humans into creatures like themselves. But they are wild in their rebirth and must strive to overcome all that is human within them in order to create society anew. They are the Wraethru…

It was the kind of politeness Varencienne had often seen at court; insincere and concealing snarls.

Pharinet's love for him endured and she would fight like a dragon to protect all that was his, including his wife.

Scoff at me now, pretty boy!