Quotes About Storm

They seek their god-men or god-women, and kill them through familiarity. It is a kind of hunt. Yes. The object of it being the destruction of that which you desire. Hmm.

The spirits could smell Shemyaza's proximity. They were wild with desire for him, as she was.

He was eager and bouncy, like an overfriendly lion cub; tawny and golden and laced with hidden claws.

There was a great deal of feminine fussing during those blissful hours before we all trouped out to the coliseum.

Penemue's emotions were an indigo red maelstorm in Sarpanita's mind. She could barely think.

The Magravandians ruined my life before you became a part of it. We share that heritage. We are brothers in it.

Our soulscape was a place that shimmered with the incohate birds of later carnal blossoming. As such it was instrumental in our development.

Owen." Othman stroked his face, rubbed his arm. "Don't fight me. Lily hasn't. Lily knows me now. Lily trusts me.

If this was indeed the ancient land of Eden, then not even a memory of its former splendour remained.

He saw cruelty in her face and a tenderness too great to be born. He saw the balance of life and death swinging within her expression, the fate of love on her brow.

They had scorned the title scientist and dubbed themselves reality speculators.

Merlac's arresting mélange of sweet and bitter flavors was still a novelty to Valraven.

Beneath the awesome lament of the cities was an undersong of human terror.

You are a real showman, Keea. I commend your performance.

We descended from the podium; Avirzah'e was the only black maggot amid the nectar of empathy.

Her voice was low, beautiful. When she took off her glasses, her eyes would be large and deep as ocean pools.

In her present mood, the prospect of sacrifice would have livened up what she otherwise anticipated would be a bleak event.

It was merciless, the country's assault on those who would chase her children from her landscape.

Once, Saska would have been thrown into a giddy turmoil of excitement. Now, having developed a hatred of all things imperial, she merely lifted her lip.

As Ishtahar wept, so the sky rained tears. Her grief mirrored Anu's anger.

He pretended he'd been deep in thought, and took a few seconds to answer me.

Perhaps the intensity of the feelings I had withstood that day had honed my perceptions, but never had I experienced such intimacy with my soulscaper.

He had never been keen on providing sustenance, only taking it.

Perhaps she and Bayard had an affinity in the forbidden nature of the love they both felt for Valraven.