Quotes from Storm Constantine

He wished he was made of stone, and did not have to feel anything.

He was inventing the world beyond, peopling it, making them live.

His life comprised small, precise pleasures. Most people liked him, for he was quiet and gentle, but he did not yearn for their company. His ironic smile, springing auburn hair and attenuated good looks pleased women, yet he seemed not to notice the messages in their eyes.

Whether she was mad or not, she had helped him in an hour of need.

If you haunt me as a beautiful ghost, he is the demon of my nightmares. But part of me somehow resonates with what he is. I'm a wolf, a wolf of the fire. Once that wolf within me has tasted blood, he will take me over completely." "Bayard or the wolf?" Pharinet asked carefully. The wild look in Valraven's eyes made her feel breathless. He shook his head, his eyes screwed tightly shut. "The wolf, the wolf. Bayard is its master.

Her feelings about Taropat and Shan confused her. She was not in love with Shan, but delighted in his body and his friendship. With Taropat, it was another, darker matter. It would be so easy to give in and let the feelings spill out, in all their awful intensity. No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, every day the feelings deepened.

It's quite common, Shem. The younger a psychic is, the stronger their ability. Perhaps you need a new vizier now, another young boy, or girl, who's starry-eyed and easy to manipulate." "I won't listen to this!" Shem snapped. "Just get on with it! I only have one vizier, and that's you. I don't believe you mean what you say. You can't have changed that much.

The actress found an ally who could help her net her wayward soul and she traveled soul and she traveled to a ruined city, where Hadith, as the breeze sang sweet melodies that wooed the soul to earth.

I saw myself down there. Naked. Myself, but somehow lighter, more golden.

The river spilled out into a vast lake, with a sandy shore that was dotted with constructions that appeared to be small, hastily-constructed shrines.

He is an effete hedonist, with pretensions to power. He has far too little self-control to ever have it. He is a great one for foot-stamping, and always has been. Mother has indulged him, of course, which hasn't helped. He is the gilded one, the pretty one. Our father barely acknowledges his existence.

I love telling stories, so I was hopelessly seduced.

The touch of the demon was the essence of pleasure. He stroked Daniel's face, his throat, and his burning eyes were full of tenderness.

I have lived with the knowledge of the meaning of my name for a long time.

In deference, we would make the sacrifice an ecstacy.

There was a purity to the performance, a stylish reserve, which provoked only a feeling of sadness within me.

We surged out of the balcony into a milling crowd, where I stumbled over feet and trod on people's gowns, my arm in the merciless grasp of Liviana.

If that is what you will become, then so be it. It is what you are.

I want you," Khaster told the vision, who was becoming more like Pharinet with every moment. "I want Val. I want you back, both of you. Where are you?

If a woman knows secret richness touches her flesh, she walks taller.

Beth was still eager to continue as he was enjoying our travels immensely. I think this was because his creative soul had opened up like a sunflower away from Sacramante. As he feasted on the sweet ichor of the Taps, it seemed their mystic lifeblood flowed into his fingers, summoning marvelous scenes from the soulscape.

He'd been gentle with the Winter twins, remaining only a spectator on their love-making, even though his body had ached to plunder and possess.

Beth asked me to choose a soul to sup, and I picked a radiant bloom, one whose eyes had followed us across the room, one who wanted us to have him.

There was nothing more to it than that; it was not erotic in any way, but art, purely that; living sculpture, their planes of vital marble catching the light, using it to create new forms.