Quotes from Storm Constantine

Pharinet realized she had underestimated Ellony. The words hung unspoken between them. There was no other time they could be voiced. Out here, isolated from the life they knew, it was possible to speak the truth.

Keep the fiercest of beasts close to the hearth. No beast ravages its own hearth. No sane beast.

His life was nothing. He was nothing. For a few scant moments, this revelation was spiritual in its purity and simplicity. He felt release.

Warmed by their adoration, I feigned disinterest; it was what they expected, of course, and in keping with my public persona. Really, I adore the humans, for all their weaknesses. They have an immediacy, a vivacity lacking in eloim-kind; their brutish enthusiasms are endearing.

The coincidences were staggering. Ays and Finnigin looked alike, they had both been followed by a mysterious stranger. Their diverse paths had conjoined in the dark waters of Scarzanera's sacred pit, one plunging to death, another to rebirth. Ays felt sick.

He felt way powerful having a physical control over this man who had interfered in his life so adeptly. The control was that of seduction.

I'm worried about Daniel. If what Emma suspects is true, and Othman was at Low Mede last night…" "Daniel wasn't there. There's nothing to worry about." "If Louis was telling the truth. You know Othman was interested in talking to Daniel." "Owen, you're paranoid!" Lily said. "What are you afraid of? That Pev has seduced your beloved?

Let me explain what I think you are." "Please do. It would interest me greatly.

He could see the great cloud of fear, shot with red and black, that was the god-form of Madragore, created by men, sustained by men.

He did not look at their faces, only their grins.

I no longer found the crowd intimidating, but rather pathetic; they too were just cavorting imps and demons on a stage.

Bayard's worry, the things he could not say, hung as a tension in the air.

Nobody seemed to want to venture out into the naked aura beyond the trees where the grass had been bleached to bone whiteness beneath the moon's colourless radiance.

I studied her beautiful features. No, this was a real person; she was not an image, not a ghost, not a fantasy.

For all her slobbish behaviour, Lydia still had a mind in there somewhere, and she knew more about Tech-Green than she ever let on to Patti, Ari was sure.

Madness there, little other than I had expected, and grief and love, but mainly madness.

He looked sleepy, sensual, dragged from a bed of lust, no doubt.

Longing and anger too up arms with her again, as usual.

I have loved a thousand times, taken lives, spread dissension, dripped poison into eager ears. I have caused wars, and stopped them. I have created religions, and turned them into jihads. Just the ordinary life of a wandering Grigori, you see?

Daniel, beloved, I am powerless to effect the destiny of the divine in the flesh. The time of resurrection is at hand. I can only lament for the loss of his light but I am she who is eternally with you.

He did not care one way or the other what people thought of his lifestyle. It required more energy than he felt the subject deserved even to be amused by it.

At one time, he had been prepared to sacrifice the boy, but Daniel believed the reality of Shemyaza, as an ideal, and had forgiven him for the deeds of Peveral Othman.

All he could see was a dark king enthroned, surrounded by a lurid indigo light that hurt the eyes. The king held a sword in his hand. Suspended above his head, rather than resting upon it, was a tall crown that entitled a strong golden radiance. There was power in this man, but he seemed evil. Shan thought his face looked as if it was made of frozen lightning. Is this a true king? Shan thought. Am I to conquer him? Or is it my king? Is he part of myself?

The Tartaruchis were, perhaps, the most infamous of the eloim throngs, and undeniably the most compelling. They had a reputation for wildness, indiscreet supping, and general over-indulgence. They were also incredibly talented; all their projects were maverick successes. Consequentially, the Tartaruchi throng were one of the most affluent.