661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

He was Caradorean, son of a conquered race. He was little more than a slave. Not like Val. Val had surrendered himself entirely to Magravandias, in body and soul. Now he was no longer the boy with whom Khaster had explored the forests above Norgance. Now he was the Dragon Lord, part of the emperor’s inner circle, where Khaster would never be invited.

I think he’s a fabulously handsome man, who I could fall in love with, yet at the same time he does not seem like a man at all. I’m quite sure he’d never love me back. I like going to his house on Thremius’s errands, just to look at him, but he’s never noticed me at all.

You are a willing conspirator in his dreams. Understandably. He offered you sanctuary when you solely needed it. He wants to train you for a purpose, this is clear. And if you go along with that, without knowing all the facts, that is the fault of your silence rather than Taropat’s secrecy, surely.

He’s an insular creature, yet aware his knowledge is too great to die with him. My mere presence reminds him he is mortal, although I suspect he will live the equivalent of four lifetimes before he finally succumbs to death.

It is better to learn than to know, because even when you know, you cannot always live by it.

No one other than Valraven Palindrake could lead the Magravandian army. He is its heart. He is like Bayard, Leonid’s son, who is equally demonic. They deserve each other.

These people look like actors and their domains are stage sets.

What happened to me is not uncommon here.

I didn’t want to be a pretty bauble. I craved to be far more dangerous.”“There are few things more dangerous than a pretty bauble, as Almorante well knew. By now, I expect Tatrini does as well.”“I have fulfilled my vocation then.