661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

His face was finely-boned and should have appeared handsome, but there was something repellant about him that had little to do with appearances.

Cities, you see, are like humankind. They are born, become great and fulfil their potential, or else, in the case of failures, remain as straggling haphazard creations throughout their life span. Then, they die. They are dynamic things, the cities. If they did not live, their people would perish; the relationship between human and city soul is crucial to the well-being of both.

New cities are born, so old ones must die. That seems logical to me.

I think she’s running from a broken heart. She left it behind her somewhere, but she can still hear it cracking.

My father liked to immerse himself in every city he encountered. He liked to become part of them for a while, simply because he knew it was only a temporary arrangement.

Ays felt sure the man would swing across to them soon. What would he say? In his heart, Ays prepared himself, scripted questions. Was it you at the wind orchestra, you in the shadows of this morning? Why? What do you want of me? He longed to hear the answer, feeling it would somehow open his perceptions for more than the strongest dose of hela ever would.

He wished he was made of stone, and did not have to feel anything.

Ays, I do believe you might have terranaut blood in your veins after all! You beguile me into revealing too much and no ordinary godling could do that!

A trick of the dawn light rendered the man’s eyes a glowing band across his face. His mouth was smiling, but it seemed a mouth used to sadness.