Quotes About Transformation

Dressed as man, and with all the poise of someone at least six years older, he had learned quickly from his Magravandian classmates.

He felt that he was donning his other-life attire, he was making some kind of obvious invitation, which Owen would scorn.

It was a sacrifice. At that moment, she realized that Valraven too was a sacrifice. Not one of blood, but of something else, perhaps spirit. He had been sacrificed to Madragore.

Magic is optimism and hope, isn't it? The desire for more than what is mundane to appear.

Before the year was out, she would change the known world, but it would look as if others' hands were responsible.

Caradore has made a woman out of a little mouse.

I have never seen anything like this," Bayard said. "It is…strange. I almost do not want this power-to make a man an animal.

You must gamble for your own survival, for once you have survived, you will have become something more than what you were.

If Leonid the emperor was a lion, his sons were wolves, and now their eyes shone in the dark, brilliant with hunger and ferocity. It couldn't go on like this. Something would happen. Everything would change, and when it did, Merlan very much wanted to be on the winning side.

Impotency was just another part of the murky hinterland that was once the light of his soul.

It was as if the potential of the twins had been coaxed out, or unleashed; she wasn't sure which.

Did the sight of Tayven kindle old memories? Perhaps he was sad to see Tayven had grown from a beautiful fey boy into a man. It could remind him of his own mortality. When Tayven had first gone into Almorante's service, the prince had been little more than a boy himself.

It was hard for her to equate this slim, beautiful young man with the scruffy yob she usually encountered. The transformation confused her, yet she sensed Owen was completely in control of how he appeared to people. That unnverved her. It made her think he was, therefore, not to be controlled by her.

I had not observed her for several months, and look what had happened.

He sensed its great age beneath his feet and even now, closing his eyes upon the busy street, fancied he could sense its previous incarnations, when the streets had been merely mud. Perhaps it had always been filthy.

He cared about people, in a weird sort of way. I know he loved Owen and me, no matter what he did to us. Peveral Othman would have restored Owen after his ritual, but Shemyaza is not the person we knew before. Now he's a husk, and his indifference is worse than anything else.

How could life change so much so quickly?

I am she who once lived within your father, but he cast me out at the old domain. I miss him so badly. I miss the warmth of flesh. Let me in, Dragon Heir. Let me lie comfortably within your skin. I can show you such delights.

Perhaps, by seeing them in the flesh, I would exorcise the ghosts their images had conjured in my mind.

Change, it is the wine of life.

Have you ever stopped to consider what changed Valraven from the friend you loved into the cold creature that could kill without thinking?

The world seemed to change before my eyes. All the huts looked empty and sad, the dampness stung like acid. I think I knew then, in that brief instant, that my destiny had been set. Already the land around me had acknowledged my farewell.

Stagnation must be burned away by fire.

Was his purpose in being here simply to find a new, more impulsive side to himself? He would be the first to admit that might be an improvement.