661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

In the days of the Dragon, on this night of Foymoriel, the people brought to this rock the fairest of youths. Here his blood was spilled and cast over the stone. Our silken cloth represents this blood. As the youth lay swooning against the rock, so the women called to the great Foy. She smelled the boy’s blood and came up from the deep to accept the offering.

It was a sacrifice. At that moment, she realized that Valraven too was a sacrifice. Not one of blood, but of something else, perhaps spirit. He had been sacrificed to Madragore.

It was the figure of a man, a symbolic husband perhaps, for the hungry dragon bride.

You had to face the fear to be worthy of acceptance.

We are part of the sea, aren’t we? How long have we lived here, breathed in its scent, eaten the produce soaked in its salt? Think how we used to play in it as children.

You must gamble for your own survival, for once you have survived, you will have become something more than what you were.

Pharinet realized she had underestimated Ellony. The words hung unspoken between them. There was no other time they could be voiced. Out here, isolated from the life they knew, it was possible to speak the truth.

She remembered the flavor of the dreams, the wet stark fear of them, but the images eluded her. For that, she was grateful.

It was the sea that injured her. Why should its produce heal her?