Quotes from Storm Constantine

Give me your son, he would say to Louis, and Louis would obey.

Everybody's feet seemed to itch to dance; robes swung more widely as people walked around the settlement and eyes sparked with a desire for childish wickedness.

Ays liked the forest, although it also made him feel edgy. It was so vast, the light in it so thick, like green wine. It seemed to breathe, to watch him.

I felt gaunt and old and hideous; all this without a mirror before me, other than his eyes.

Without taking any action himself, he had become more than a legend.

The living miracle lying across the room on a rug of black hair, this pale, porcelain miracle, as delicate as spun glass, as tough as steel, was a potential Goddess. And to be used for what? To partake in coldblooded, passionless experiences, without magick or reverence or love. It sickened him.

Pharinet longed only for the comfort of the sea, the sigh and hiss of waves upon the sand, but there were so many things Everna wanted her to do.

I could not let such a tasty morsel pass through my domain without knowing him this way.

Don't give up, Tayven. You are the one. We know the truth. You were meant to have the Dragon's Breath. The love you felt for Khaster was pure. The love you can give now is pure. Take back the hope you tried to give me. I relinquish it. I am no longer afraid.

The ache of longing was sweeter if its gratification was denied.

Will we ever get a taste for that? It is like sugar and spice mixed with bile.

Bathe in self-pity if you must, soulscaper. But I want you healthy and preened.

If I owned a thousand books, thought Shan, I need never leave this house. Everything in the world could be see through the eyes of those who'd written the stories and histories, who'd lived them.

She'd have to get Shemyaza away from this place before what was left of him was destroyed.

His eyes had become vaporous orbs, burning with intense blue light, and his features were dark and indistinct. His pale hair glowed like the reflection of moonlight on virgin snow, moving languorously around his shoulders as if lifted by a breeze.

Brinorah felt she could rub her hands together and a scale of evil would fall from her in flakes, a taint she had not accepted intentionally, but which she was aware had besmirched her as much as any other who had stood by and allowed Alomeah her bloody free rein.

We might have lived and died a thousand times, but what happened so long ago has never been resolved.

Unaware of the discussion of his fate, Valraven Palindrake VI was sitting beneath one of the long testle tables, hidden by the tablecloth, in thrall to his uncle, Leonid.

There is nothing for you to fear in being honest.

The artisans are creatures of artifice; very shallow individuals.

The air was full of the angry scream of birds, the whir of their wings.

It was not desirable to explain things to Louis. Like Barbara, he was merely a tool, and in Othman's consideration, deserved no explanation.

The black beast enjoyed impaling my brother with his scornful gaze, almost as much, I'm sure, as he would have enjoyed a more tactile impaling.

As is modern magical practice, the Egyptian priests believed in the inherent power of words and images, which when utilised correctly possessed their own creative force.