661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

Almorante and I were once very close. Bizarrely, I was assailed by the desire to discuss things with him, as I always used to. I realize I must have missed it.

Was this what death was like? A drifting away from the mundane, each silver thread of connection breaking one by one, until earthly life no longer meant anything and the cries of grief that tugged at you became thin and insignificant as the far songs of birds?

The world is reborn every day, and when I’m part of it, I feel I’m reborn too.

I’m not my pain, nor my bitterness. Nothing seems consequential up here. Even Taropat. I see him as a crusty old man, tramping through the dark valleys down there. I’ve escaped him, like a spirit.

Legends say that Foy banished the cockatrice, but in essence he just hid from her.

Drugged to within an inch of his life, he should have appeared mindless and dull, but his eyes, as their gaze fell upon the Grand Queen Mother, were like windows into the universe, the pupils too large. Tatrini would not have been surprised to see stars within them.

You are a violent young man, which is quite at odds with the more mystical side of your character, which I am assured exists.

What a magnificent creature. A killing machine of great beauty, who had the wydring way. An alchemist could not have grown a more perfect specimen in a vat.

He will shape a new god, in the image of his own fear, and he will make resentful enemies, where before there were only resigned puppets.