Quotes from Storm Constantine

He seemed to me a fascinating mass of contradictions. His calm nature spoke to me of an inner strength, yet at times he was vulnerable and afraid. He learned to fight, and then I saw in him a mindless savagery that seemed at odds with his innate nobility. I love, he was passionate and demanding, while also possessing the capacity for an isolating coldness.

The feeling was to be savoured, but not indulged just yet.

I expect you know, with your intuitive senses, that he's been after Lily." "Sort of, yes." "I need to talk to you about him, but not yet." He came back to Daniel, took his hands in his own. "Tonight is ours. I want to forget Othman, Lily, everything. Just for a while.

Their language is that of dreams and memories.

Never, in all my dreams, in all my childhood fantasies, had I seen her this clearly. She was my guardian-pursuer; still wearing the image of the Sacramantan actress, Gimel Metatronim.

Tomorrow I would resume the normal pattern of my life.

Smite me now. I am not worthy of this company." "Ah, pride," said the angel. "You must learn to temper its excesses. I'll not smite you.

Unexplained events occur when the paths of two cities cross.

His faith in me, even if it was only superficial in front of these others, was endearing.

She was finding it increasingly difficult to dispel the illusion she was speaking to Khaster. Merlan was someone else; she must be careful.

My interest in her had always been out of the ordinary; something which transcended desire and gratification; a feeling I hoped was reciprocated.

I envy the fact that soon you will have your first sight of Mewt, of Jessapur and other countries. That first experience cannot be repeated-the foreign scent of a place, the newness of its sunsets, dawns, and twilights, the ambience of its nights, the perfume of its days, the secret knowledge that hangs in the very air waiting to be discovered or reveal itself.

Miraculously, the smoke haze was beginning to seep out from the corners of my mind, leaving a sparkling clarity in its wake. I felt incredibly tall, and steady too.

The ways of men have no power over us.

Finnigin had always felt that some people are awkward to embrace; the contours of the bodies do not match. With Varian, it was as if they were two halves of a whole. Almost too comfortable.

He had revealed himself as false, yet still some part of her felt it was something from the past, something too dreadful to be articulated which impelled him to do the things he did.

He could tell that Owen thought it was like putting his hand to a mirror and finding that his fingers could slide through the glass to another world, touch the image that lay there, the image of himself. It was disorienting for him, but desire kindled courage.

You must learn and remember that where your intention goes, so energy flows.

We are one another, Finn. I'm not sure what's happening here. I'm not sure why I need to do this.

The majority of people were possessive of their theologies, and strongly resented disbelief and criticism from others.

He was reputed to be beyond love and hate; the eternal dying king. A martyr and a seducer; the hanged man of the Tarot.

We are disposable, Othman is not. They want him, they prize him, they fear and respect him. What is he, huh? What do you think he is?

Here the play of light from high roof-windows on fountains and pools created a moving fresco on the patterned walls. Where the columns thinned in number, a great plaza was revealed: the place where Roirbak worked and played. The austere shapes and superimposed perspectives of this ostentatious indulgence produced effects that made Tammuz feel as if he were trapped in some Cubist virtual reality.

It was no longer light versus the dark, but one spectrum of light against another.