661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

Power was building up around him, living, writhing, hissing power.

All the time he had been lying in wait, pretending to be something he wasn’t.

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.

The Crown was now surrounded by an expanding bubble of indigo light that spat out sparks of brighter purple radiance.

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

She felt dizzy, exhilarated, because a thousand words she had kept tightly within her had been given their freedom, because he had spoken kindly to her.

This was Paraga’s capital and his image appeared on the walls of nearly every building within the citadel. He was a delicate creature with enormous wings like sails. His face was almost feline, with long curling whiskers and enormous eyes with slit pupils.

This is the way of things, she thought. We seek answers and enlightenment, and expect to find it in others, but essentially, it is down to us.

Her feelings about Taropat and Shan confused her. She was not in love with Shan, but delighted in his body and his friendship. With Taropat, it was another, darker matter. It would be so easy to give in and let the feelings spill out, in all their awful intensity. No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, every day the feelings deepened.