661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

You are like the waves, Pharinet thought. Your feelings of anger and jealousy ebb and flow. At high tide, you could kill. At low tide, you repent.

The ache of longing was sweeter if its gratification was denied.

Magic is optimism and hope, isn’t it? The desire for more than what is mundane to appear.

Please, spit forth your venom, mistress snake.

I’ve dreamed of the sensuous, secret-shrouded lands of antiquity, where the nights are filled with perfume and the tantalizing slither of silk against skin. In these places, the incubi and the succubae of the imagination wake up and walk.

I was not sad to leave the banquet, for my evening had been poisoned at the thought of this thorn that had come to embed itself in Alofel’s flesh.

If a body should fall from that window, its flight would be impeded by the stone arms of caryatids and gargoyles, or else impaled. I could see him thinking of his own death, and he was achingly lovely as he did so: the archetype of all the boys ever loved by kings. His hair, unbound, flowed down him like a veil; the colour of dark honey. His eye, in profile, was slightly slanted, its cat-like shape accentuated by a kiss of kohl.

There is a saying: in dreams the heart speaks truly.

I heard the scrape of a soft shoe and then the curtain was lifted by a single hand. I saw the long slim arm and the dark shape of the body, a tumble of loose hair that fell about him like a frayed cloak. He brought a breeze with him that warmed the flame of the lamp, and sent shadows of laughter across the face of the goddess.