Quotes from Storm Constantine

You must not fear me. You are right in saying Owen and I are the same. Come now, let me love you, and everything will make sense.

It is better to learn than to know, because even when you know, you cannot always live by it.

The narrow streets and modest plazas were empty of life and slick with rain, while above them the soaring ateliers brooded, their dark windows as blank as weary eyes.

That look on your face did not seem to me to be one ever worn by a wife. If it was, I might even be induced to marry someone.

I realised he loved them very much, his little nation.

He laughed to lessen the sting of his sarcasm.

Everyone wanted to know more lurid tales about the Wraethru. Only I knew he was one of them: his hands were never still, and I could tell half the things he said were lies.

There: the child, her lovely gleam, her bright innocence, so trusting. And she too reaches out to us.

There are schemes within schemes within schemes.

You are different, Daniel, but then this is a changed world to the one where we once walked as friends.

Pharinet, you are the daughter of the waves! Lashing and eroding the rocks of male resolve.

Perhaps there was just too much information for him to interpret, and the important symbols were lost in a confusing maelstorm of ancient memories. Or perhaps the fault lay within himself.

Use the breathing places wisely.

The Merante led the way, and as she descended, she began to sing. Other women joined in the harmony, creating a weird and haunting melody that was the essence of longing and resolve.

How could someone be so familar, yet a complete stranger?

They were not quite like any humans I had met; perhaps touched with his difference, contaminated by the strangeness of his eternal solitude.

Even in my most secluded moments, I was never truly alone.

Little time, little time, little time, sang the rhythm of the pounding hooves.

Owen was pleasant enough company, although he sensed the boy's reticence and reserve. They only spoke of secrets to be uncovered.

Khaster was weeping now, the same tears he had wept a thousand times in boyhood, when he'd curled himself into a dark corner, overcome by feelings of inadequacy and fear. Valraven had always found him, brought him out into the light, filled him with strength.

I know how to handle his type, how to wield the whip to keep the jaws at bay.

The messiness of the past quarter hour distressed him. He disliked overt violence.

All eyes were on her. She both hated and feared them. They were rigid, merciless beings. She wanted to please them. It was instinctive. They were her masters.

Don't fall for the glamour, beloved. We need our wits about us today.