Quotes About Romulan

Romulan dressed his face in its most charming and unpredictable smile, and as the woman rode close enough to see him fully, he turned it on her.

Dear Heaven," said Mercurio, leaning out, "a lunatic is in the garden." "A lunatic is also in the house," Romulan called back at the same quiet carrying pitch. "Shall we compare delusions?

Romulan laughed, showing teeth as beautiful as the rest of him.

He gave his habitual impression, that he was prepared to have everything, anyone, unless they hastened to keep up. That impression in Romulan's case might be false.

The ghastly facade of the Basilica loomed over them. Bronze angles above the doors troubled Romulan; as they had always troubled him. He did not understand why; perhaps he had heeded, unaware, some frightening resemblance to himself.

Give me poison," Romulan said. "You are poisoned enough," the priest said. "Drink.

Romulan was the child of his body, the last emblem of love which was left.

Romulan, leaning his arms on the rail, stared down into the stagnant water far below, seeing his own miniaturized countenance, hypnotized by it.

Leopardo Chenti was drinking from a crystalc up and had turned from him, and so Romulan glanced at Mercurio. That face had grown ominously demure.

His voice cut through all like a gold wire, through time, place, dust, heat, and faith. A girl on a balcony averted her head from him superstitiously among the terra-cotta pots of flowers. Romulan blinked at him, entranced. None of them had heard a verse sung better, or a love song more like a knell.

As ever, the quite ludicrous beauty perturbed him. Romulan, undeniably masculine, was yet somehow his mother, faithfully reproduced. And there he stood, white as death, glaring, incalculable. Love, which was to Valentius no longer expressible, choked him.

Against his inclination, which was to be sullen, a sense of enjoyment overtook Romulan.