661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

There was no easy path to what was right, what was truth.

Whatever moments of unity they might have shared when they came out of the water had gone now. Secrets had changed them, unspoken words.

You hate Valraven most for when he would not help you save Tayven. You resented feeling so powerless, so in need of aid. You hated him then for not being the great saviour that he’d always been for you. But in a way, you have always hated him; for being stronger than you, for bettering you and saving your skin.

Any priest could make a god for you, on a scrap of parchment with some spit and a smudge of black ink. He would name it for you and then it might act in your favor. If you ate the god, or rather the parchment bearing his name, you might have visions or be able smite an enemy with a thought. You could also banish demons who had procured temporary lodgings in your body.

Sometimes he felt priveleged being part of Maycarpe’s magical machine, but at other times, he felt like a fly caught in the grease of the cogs, who would presently be ground up by the inexorable, slowly turning metal.

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.

You should know by now that this time of year is not one when we pale-skinned interlopers can walk at ease in the treacherous labyrinth of this witch of cities.

The Mewts were perfect subjects, who had accepted their Magravandian conquerors philosophically, yet always there was the feeling that things were going on in private and one day the plan would be revealed. It would catch them all unawares.

Other cultures might rush and stumble about, have revelations, build empires, die of plague even, but Mewt continued at her own pace, blessed by the otherworld. It bent its knee to conquerors, yet miraculously remained untainted by their presence. And the conquerors, having secured the diamond of the world, saw no reason to reshape its polished facets.