661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

These were the cloud forests of the far wilderness of Cos, inaccessible and remote. Only rebels haunted the wild terrain, and over the years, they had become used to the rarefied air. Many of them had given birth to mystics.

The glass was old and cloudy. It could not reflect reality.

He knew that he’d accepted the past, but he did not relish its return. Out here, he was safe from it, or so he’d thought.

Even in his confused condition, he knew how to please.

I am like a serpent, Tayven thought. I can hypnotize people. Almorante had told him this long ago, and had taught him to make the most of his talent.

The Khaster that should have been had disappeared deep inside him.

Almorante’s fey mystic was gone for good. He remembered how he was that time in Recolletine with Khaster and how it seemed now as if that boy had never lived. He’d believed he was clever enough to guide Khaster and himself through dangerous waters to safety, but he’d been careless, too confident. He still had his shine, but it was the radiance of a black sun now, full of poison.

I admire survivors. It is why I want Khaster Leckery too.”“You are optimistic,” Tayven said. “He was never much of a survivor. Why are you so interested in him?”Maycarpe leaned forward in his seat. “Don’t you know why? Didn’t you sense it yourself?”Tayven was silent for a moment. “I doubt you and I sense the same things.”Maycarpe made an expansive gesture. “Find him, Tayven.

Are you reaching out through time, lost Tayven, to reach me?