Quotes About Transformation

Valraven Palindrake must seek the way of light, for only then can past wounds be healed.

Owen saw a male shape come into the hall behind Barbara, shadowy. It did not sound like Louis, neither did the outline look like him. But as he came towards the door, Owen realised this was Daniel's father, but changed almost beyond recognition. Othman had done this. He glanced at Barbara. Both of them were Othman's now.

That face had beguiled princes and kings. It was older now and had lost the soft prettiness of youth, but Tayven Hirantel was still beautiful, his eyes almond shaped and dark, his cheekbones high. He had the look of a cornered animal.

The world is reborn every day, and when I'm part of it, I feel I'm reborn too.

Are you me, or an earlier version of me, or are you all the Valravens who have ever lived since the day Caradore fell to the Magravands? There is only one, he thought.

Varencienne had become a true woman of Caradore, as was right and needful, but she was a spirited young woman. She liked to believe she had autonomy.

History was a tapestry long in the making, and through time the threads would change.

At once, the essence of the elements swooped down and rushed into him as a bolt of pure energy. His body jerked backward, but he did not fall. He absorbed the essence, his mouth wide in a rictus of agony.

As he ran, he stripped off his uniform, unaware of the cold. The Magravandian cloth and leather burned him like gall. It was a symbol of all that destroyed him.

Soon, the great earth serpent would awake. Tamara knew that when it did, she would be a goddess. She would ride its power. Laughing.

This was not the broken man who'd lounged around the Assembly Rooms. This was Peveral Othman, with all his poise and power, reborn, renewed. There was no dark taint to him now. How had it happened?

Once he had spoken with the voice of Paraga, but now he was a vessel for all the elements. He was no longer human.

As the stage lamps were turned up, these shapes were revealed to be pieces of scenery, mere suggestions of forms. To me, it became rocky land, devoid of moisture.

This man looked like Khaster yet in many ways he was entirely dissimilar. If any thing, this was what Khaster should always have been: tougher, more humorous.

The world will not end after this, but change.

Miahel had been confined to atelier courts for over forty years; now he emerged, fresh as a dew-heavy bird, sleeky fed and quivering with unspent energy.

Humanity's destiny is to become more like us; Daniel is the symbol of this.

Today, I would step off the narrow, twisty path of childhood, with all its secret haunts, and put one foot on the wide road of womanhood.

What had begun as a holy quest had slowly mutated into a torment.

Emma realised how beautiful Daniel had become. In Little Moor, she'd seen him as a gawky boy, but now his svelte body was that of a very attractive young man.

The earth and the city had become one, a mutant creation. Ays saw figures moving on the hanging streets. He saw white faces at shadows. Were these his people?

Strangely enough, I saw our roles the other way around las time. I was the great magician and you were the poetic bard. But Taropat has changed that. I accept it willingly.

He felt ashamed of what he had imagined: the plundering of Finnigin's body, the transformation of Finnigin's flesh. He was unsure what had prompted him to do it.

In embracing Finnigin, he embraced his own youth. In melding with Finnigin, he became young, more vital.