661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

Bayard is not exactly the sort of person anyone could describe as a friend,” he said. “He exists in a universe populated solely by himself.

There are two sides to every story, Pharry, and each of those sides can argue that they are right.

We are the last flickering remnants of a once-mighty heritage, Val. We should keep that flame alive.

I could write to you, because everything I wanted to say was forbidden. You haunted my dreams, my every waking moment.

All the time, I feel myself changing, pushing against a barrier or resistance, like a creature trying to break out of a shell. When the shell is broken, I will be different, and I have no way of knowing how.

Pharinet, you are the daughter of the waves! Lashing and eroding the rocks of male resolve.

A wall had come between them, a soft wall of Ellony. How could it hurt this much?

Pharinet was nineteen years old, alone and in love. Once Valraven had left her world, she realized this forbidden feeling had been within her for many years, disguised as something else. She was appalled: at herself and the strength of the emotion. This was the sea made manifest in her body, churning and heaving.

Pharinet knew the love would not fade with time, but would become deeper and harder, like a shard lodged in her breast. If Valraven had a dour legacy hanging over him, then perhaps so had she.