Quotes from Storm Constantine

The whole world looked red to him, shadows were crimson, the sunset above the spires of the city an incredible blaze of infernal hues.

Ays glanced over his shoulder to catch sight of Leeth scuffling sullenly behind, much in the manner she'd formerly owned as habit. When she noticed Ays looking, she lifted her chin, flicked her hair and attempted to walk with a more sprightly step. Ays looked away in distaste.

I find myself praying, my son, that you will not be among the casualties that will doubtlessly occur before your soulscaper is ready for whatever you have in mind.

He had the face of a judgmental angel, beautiful, and because of that, terrifying.

Perhaps he had become mythical, and was therefore creating myths.

In Caradore, Merlan might be regarded as precocious, a prodigy perhaps, but one that needed to be kept in his place. Not here. The Magravandians were aware of the boy's talent and intellect.

As for myself, I had no desire whatsoever to visit the ruin in the Strangeling, but as I was so inextricably entwined in this convoluted web of dilemmas, I could only abandon any resistance; struggling would merely bind me more tightly within the sticky threads.

This is the way of things, she thought. We seek answers and enlightenment, and expect to find it in others, but essentially, it is down to us.

Only the magic of this country had brought them together, like shooting stars colliding briefly in the night sky.

The youth himself seemed to be made of shell; delicate and translucent.

I felt Beth flinch against me, and longed to reach for his hand, but I wanted to betray no sign of weakness.

The person you were still lives inside you. You must find him.

To this point, I had not realised how deadly Mallory could be, and even believed her hand was not behind these events. I realised I must be wrong. Some of Mallory's creatures were among the delegations to Mewt.

There is an atmosphere in Sacramante like nowhere else on Earth. Now I understand some of what inspires it but then, as a girl, I was intoxicated and spellbound by its hectic gaeity, its intimation of secrets.

We are simple folk, us Sacramantans. We need hope as well as despair for a good night out.

Pharinet knew the love would not fade with time, but would become deeper and harder, like a shard lodged in her breast. If Valraven had a dour legacy hanging over him, then perhaps so had she.

We concluded they must have a proud and defiant streak within them, and must, in some ways, enjoy their precarious existence.

He felt as if a sober part of himself still resided in his brain, observing the behavior of the part of him controlled by the Witch.

I had an inkling there was a razor-sharp intellect, a shrewd individual within the fluff of Livvy's persona. There was another side to Sacramante, something which I'd caught an echo of as a girl, something that intrigued and seduced the unwary. Liviana was an intiate of its mysteries, but I knew I'd never learn its secrets from her.

We descended from the podium; Avirzah'e was the only black maggot amid the nectar of empathy.

There was something to suit every taste, even the most outlandish and grotesque.

They had grown apart, perhaps, or it might be that Pharinet had always been different, only too young to realize it.

Was there pleasure to be found in the jaws of the fox? That would make a good first line, she thought, and repeated it over and over in her head so as not to forget it.

Meggie had the distinct impression that Tamara was playing with words, almost as if she was initating this argument purely for the sake of it.