Quotes from Storm Constantine

His flawless skin looked shockingly clean against the oily wool of his jumper.

She felt he knew where Owen was, and was savouring the knowledge; something she didn't have.

Funny how the camera had so quickly lost all its depressing associations. Ari looked on this as a good omen.

This country; you can feel the magic, can't you?" He inhaled slowly. "Smell it.

He seemed the epitome of the golden prince, but she could smell a danger in him, something that moved slowly and purposefully beneath the surface of his manner.

As a baker, Seladis knew it was essential to establish an almost spiritual relationship with your stove, because they could be conspicuous. He intended to honour that code and keep his beast sweet, since he expected to work at home in the evenings.

We could not enter the soulscape, but we could move, disembodied, through the real world. The combined essence of our minds soared up through the tiers of Taparak, the ancient trunks shadowy to our altered awareness.

It's an intrusion, isn't it, that presence in your head. Continual mental rape.

Well, it has to be said by one of us, so it might as well be me. Can we rescue what we once had?" Daniel forced himself to hold Shem's gaze. He felt cornered, unable to organize his thoughts. "I don't know." He shook his head. "No. We can only move forward.

I admire survivors. It is why I want Khaster Leckery too." "You are optimistic," Tayven said. "He was never much of a survivor. Why are you so interested in him?" Maycarpe leaned forward in his seat. "Don't you know why? Didn't you sense it yourself?" Tayven was silent for a moment. "I doubt you and I sense the same things." Maycarpe made an expansive gesture. "Find him, Tayven.

He felt the sounds of life would not reach this far down, but the sounds of death would.

A dull ache in her breast was the invading presence of her love for Valraven. She could not speak these words without thinking of him. He was the sea inside her.

Go back to your people now. Your master wants you. He has waited a long time.

The High Place was special to Owen: it had always drawn him. It was as if a quiet, insistent voice spoke to his inner mind, telling him what he should do there.

Both Bast and Sekhmet were often combined with the names and forms of other gods and goddesses to produce composite deities. This might have been to do with regional preferences, when the major local deity was desired to have the qualities of a number of other deities.

The woman was supposed to dance to his tune, and he was in no mood for music at the moment.

I had never seen such magnificent people, and their magnificence came from inside them, I could tell, an innate beauty that eclipsed the self-conscious loveliness of Kalkydra and his kind.

By the time it was Ellony's turn to speak, tears filled Pharinet's eyes and her chest was full of the pain of repressed weeping. The moment was wonderful and terrible. In this agony was a sweet, pure feeling. Ellony would never experience it.

Stories happen around us all the time. Some are marvellous, some poignant, while others are tragic. Some are long and last for centuries, while others endure only for an hour. Who can tell when a story really ends?

Had I merely dreamed up an improbably solution to the puzzle, which was only the product of a lively imagination? I felt Keea wanted to me to think that. Still there was no point in rushing to conclusions; I must wait and observe.

The events of the last few months have broken down into essential components in my mind: archetype, symbol, myth. I feel that everything is softly falling into focus: soon my eyes will be clear, I shall see the whole picture. Such a pity that, now, it is irrelevent to me.

He had never been keen on providing sustenance, only taking it.

He wanted to curl his arms around Shem's body, to hold him close, but something prevented him.

Are you reaching out through time, lost Tayven, to reach me?