Quotes from Storm Constantine

Your father is healed," Othman said softly. "No more pain for him, no more illness. I have done this. Can't you see, my pretty boy, how good I am? I don't wish you harm, any of you. I love you all.

I released myself to the flow of the world's rhythm, not struggling to search, but simply letting my instinct guide me.

We all need looking after sometimes.

Shiny, undulating forms wave between his legs, caressed his flanks, but neither bit nor constricted his limbs.

Earth is a subtle element in this conflict.

Perhaps she and Bayard had an affinity in the forbidden nature of the love they both felt for Valraven.

I cannot lead an army, and fighting disgusts me, but destiny, or the forces of chaos, saw fit to equip me in other ways.

All that compels me now is a mindless quest to see the face of the one I have pursued.

Foy has shown you the image of empires rising and falling. The tension that both binds and repels them is the path of the Way of Light. You are here for a reason, for you are one of its most important avatars.

She irked me, her behaviour and everything. No respect, no understanding. But we had to play along. What the Lord wanted, we had to want as well.

I think he's a fabulously handsome man, who I could fall in love with, yet at the same time he does not seem like a man at all. I'm quite sure he'd never love me back. I like going to his house on Thremius's errands, just to look at him, but he's never noticed me at all.

She recognized the body language of self-loathing. Something would have to be done about that. The dog in him must be expelled. He must become cat: pampered, svelte, spoiled, confident of his own unique beauty. It would be a pleasure to teach him that.

Before he entered its shadow, Ays glanced back at the cavern he was leaving. He moured the loss of light, but braced himself for another more difficult stage of the journey.

It felt like when you desire another person, and are unsure whether they return your feelings and then, finally, confessions are made, and communication takes place. You feel light-headed because your trembling hopes have been released.

He had an urge to tell Othman about Daniel, how he sensed something unusual and powerful about the boy, how he brought him to this place in the hope of making something happen. The only problem was he didn't know exactly what he was hoping would happen. Although he suspected Othman might be able to advise him on these activities, he shrank from betraying too much.

In her heart, she was afraid that Lahash's attraction to her was far outweighed by his desire to snare Shemyaza.

She traded delirium, a treasure of experience, and made a healthy living from it, so that ten years ago she'd been able to step down from public attention and began to train others to do her work for her.

Her gaze was without heat, but held the power and might of the ocean itself.

By his side, Owen was standing with his head thrown back, his eyes peacefully closed, lips parted. Othman realised the boy was really quite beautiful. He looked like a dying saint, or someone inviting a kiss.

Lightly, taking Beth with me, I danced from spark to spark, pausing for the briefest of touches.

I'm changing, Daniel. I was drawn back to the city in spirit, and led the woman into the ancient land. She is a follower of mine. And yet an assassin.

He is coming into bloom, remembering himself, no longer denying who and what he is.

It is possible to create physical matter, or at least a convincing illusion of such, by the power of thought alone.

Now, I must have truly entered the soulscape, in body and mind, the place where all dreams, nightmares and desires live out their shadow life.