Quotes from Storm Constantine

I felt as if something hung there in the back of my mind, waiting to tarnish whatever happiness I might find. Is it safer to be unhappy? Nothing ever wants to take that away.

The Gelaming regarded themselves as a force for good, and in many ways they were, but they were also inexorable and their compassion could often feel like oppression.

I was hamming it up so much you could virtually taste the salad too.

she noticed that the moon, so clear in the sky, had lost her first slice; the dark was on its way.

Undertaking magical work should not a hasty decision. It is vital that people appreciate what it entails and have a basic understanding of magical principals before they are thrown in at the deep end.

How many personalities resided in a single body? Was it possible all aspects of a person could be real?

Listen, then, for I am a soulscapter and have the gift of the story tongue.

Girls sprawled on the floor and across the couches. A sickly scent of plundered fruit flesh filled the humid air. Wine had been drink and spilled; goblets stood upon the table and lay upon the floor. Young faces were flushed with pleasure and a vicarious excitement. Gowns were rumpled and stained, slippers cast off. The fire burned loudly and fiercely. Wood cracked in the flames. There was little other light, for the candles had burned nearly all away.

Fey little maid. So lonely, and yet not.

Wraeththu have been with me for the greater part of my life. My first rather ham-fisted (and half-finished) stories about them began in my mid-teens. It wasn't until I was twenty-six that I began work properly on the full-length novel that became The Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit, first volume of the Wraeththu trilogy, which was published in 1987. This was followed by The Bewitchments of Love and Hate and the Fulfilments of Fate and Desire.

He had a secret life of which she knew nothing.

The Tartauchi and Beth…Gimel, they were beginning to conjoin. Such is the way monsters were conceived, at one time.

Don't think me a mouse, she thought, or even a little wren. I will discover for myself what kind of animal I am.

His face was finely-boned and should have appeared handsome, but there was something repellant about him that had little to do with appearances.

He felt that once the dark of the forest closed over them, they would never see clear sunlight again. Yet it was the kind of fear that excited him, made him want to dare its shadows.

She seemed to become more aloof, almost secretive. At times, her eyes would shine with a private passion. She would gaze off into the distance and her lips would drop open, very slightly.