661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

By the time it was Ellony’s turn to speak, tears filled Pharinet’s eyes and her chest was full of the pain of repressed weeping. The moment was wonderful and terrible. In this agony was a sweet, pure feeling. Ellony would never experience it.

Earth is a subtle element in this conflict.

The Merante led the way, and as she descended, she began to sing. Other women joined in the harmony, creating a weird and haunting melody that was the essence of longing and resolve.

She wished for what would happen to be something incredible and life-changing. She wished for it to be important.

His beauty made him ephermal, like a dragonfly.

Any man worth my love lives only in storybooks.

Love did not suit her. Her face was not made for dreamy expressions, and her long, restless body did not fit comfortably into postures of romantic languor.

She seemed to become more aloof, almost secretive. At times, her eyes would shine with a private passion. She would gaze off into the distance and her lips would drop open, very slightly.

An urge to laugh fought to express itself in Pharinet’s narrow chest. Everna looked so dramatic, all wild eyes, hawk nose, and flailing hair.