Quotes from Storm Constantine

I get bored easily. I wanted to keep you guessing.

He painted beautiful demons that smiled with frightening realism from the canvas; demons that-even though only representations in paint-promised pain and pleasure in equal measure.

A quivering sensation of power, of flame. Othman sucked the impression into his brain, savoured it. Daniel must not pick this up. Not yet. It was simple to exude a blocking stream, which, invisibly, wrapped as a caul around Daniel's senses. He was so young, so untrained. He could not fight it. Under Othman's influence, he abandoned the spirtual aspects of what he was doing and gave himself to lust.

The cloth fell from his back and he was an aloof and dignified courtier no longer, but a witch-boy, the creature of his childhood, he that sang the water spirits from their gnat-organized homes. Jadrin, as white and deadly as the hottest of consuming flames.

Daniel wanted to laugh. They all looked both sinister and ridiculous, like a horror-film family of vampires waiting for prey.

She walks in the great hall searching for the wedding feast that faded away like a dream. She is looking for herself as she was.

Khaster looked vulnerable and beautiful. He looked pure.

Perhaps the intensity of the feelings I had withstood that day had honed my perceptions, but never had I experienced such intimacy with my soulscaper.

He had always been a difficult creature to fathom.

As my journey progressed, all shreds of clarity left my mind, and it seemed a dark tunnel formed around me, with my unknown destination as a vague smoky light ahead.

A shimmering blue sphere hung above the sea, illuminating the angry cresting waves. Daniel peered at it, feeling that he'd evoked it, although the memory of doing so had vanished. It would be Ishtahar his goddess, bringing more puzzles to him, and obscure answers to his questions. He saw her again as a child, hovering with dripping feet above the water, encased in her own bubble of light.

What he saw was the willow pale, willow slim form of the witch-boy, robed now in black, whose hair was an indigo snake, whose eyes were black as the shadows of his hair.

You cannot speak, so I must ask myself a question that I know is in your heart.

New significance had come to the tumbled ruins; I walked a landscape of the past, along an avenue of spiritual fires.

Louis had seemed pleased about the cat. Verity knew her father thought that caring for the animal would be good for her, but his misguided sentimentality did not gall her enough to throw the creature out.

We must go to Taparak, and find ourselves a child. Someone who is yet untrained and whose mind is more malleable. We have no choice. It is either this, or we go home and wait for the sickness to find us.

Through him, she began to visualise the landscape of her early years with new eyes and spoke of the secret knowledge of eventual immanence, which she thought illustrated most emphatically her difference to normal people.

He wondered whether what he had heard indicated that a city was moving far above him on the surface, and whether the wounding thunder meant that, it had foundered, or collided with another city.

Jay felt she could sense the overlapping layers of reality all around, just beyond her perception. But how could she see them? She felt it might be similar to the way the eyes could focus on a computer generated image, and perceive a shape in the chaotic pattern. If she concentrated hard enough, she was sure an image would suddenly loom before her, clear and definite.

The depth of their relationship was indicated by how Tayven pulled a sour face at him. They were like brothers.

I realise, as I stand swaying on the splintered slabs, that I have lost the thread of real life. It is stretching to an infinite thinness. And I am losing the equally fragile thread of sanity; it will not be long.

All seeds require a protracted growth period.

Alone, he allowed his masks of smiles and pleasantries to slip. If anyone should have seen his face at that moment, they would have witnessed the truth of him; light leaked from his serpent eyes.

Crumbling walls, adorned by basalt demons designed to frighten away invaders, cupped the wine cloaked marble villas and temples.