661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

The landscape slept in peace, while he, as a savior of the dead, walked like a wraith himself beneath the shadows of the trees.

The landscape rushed past him, gathering him up, and he was back there, frozen in terror and pain, pleading for mercy, finding none.

Shan knew he had been walking in the forest of winter for a long time, but from that moment the days would grown longer and light would return to the land of his soul.

You cannot speak, so I must ask myself a question that I know is in your heart.

As Shan floated in the chilly water, he shivered, suddenly aware of the rich, mysterious ambience of the glade, its deep-breathing watchfulness.

Stories happen around us all the time. Some are marvellous, some poignant, while others are tragic. Some are long and last for centuries, while others endure only for an hour. Who can tell when a story really ends?

I cannot lead an army, and fighting disgusts me, but destiny, or the forces of chaos, saw fit to equip me in other ways.

You can’t bear to think that Valraven is like the rest of us-a mixture of attributes, both good and bad.

Valraven is confused by feeling. It sends him reeling, which is both endearing and exasperating.