661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

The wind here was so pungent and so fierce, like sea-soaked hands in her hair.

I would prefer to be liked by a woman who looks like her, Varencienne thought. She looks interesting, yet she is jealous of me, perhaps in the same way Bayard is jealous of Palindrake. How will this end? Will I win her over, or will she destroy me, push me from the battlements, poison me, or have me killed by a brigand? Perhaps we will always be enemies until we are old, or perhaps she will marry and move away.

Don’t think me a mouse, she thought, or even a little wren. I will discover for myself what kind of animal I am.

She craves his attention, and the least morsel of it gives her satisfaction.

How could she have felt afraid of the sea? It had demonstrated its power because it was the primal form of all female power; she had always been kin to it. Now, it called to her.

It was the kind of politeness Varencienne had often seen at court; insincere and concealing snarls.

We wear our troubles on our faces, Varencienne thought, then imagined herself with frozen agony in the set of her mouth.

Fey little maid. So lonely, and yet not.

If Caradore was like a prancing horse, frozen on the cliffs, the flags of its mane still fluttering, Norgance was like a lazy grey lizard lying close to the land, its limbs, relaxed and sprawling.