661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

The man’s words somehow unflexed him in time and space. He felt momentarily unreal, as if his very existence depended on the next words this stranger would utter. He had to make a noise, take some action, to dispell the terrifying sensation.

Beneath the awesome lament of the cities was an undersong of human terror.

He realised there was another world going about its business around him, but he was never drawn into it, never a witness to its tragedies and celebrations.

As an affirmation of life, even a predator is a welcome sight.

He had no way of discerning the difference between true regality and a parody.

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

My Lord, the booty of the day is meagre in quantity, but rich in quality. Observe the beauty of this youth.

I would honour you, young terranaut, so lie down passively while I acquaint myself with the exquisite contours of your flesh.

When people stopped to stare at him, his flesh shrank, because he thought they found him objectionable. He did not realise how striking he was, how the mark of his people set him apart, surrounded him with an ambience of otherworldiness, something bewitching. This lack of self-awareness contributed greatly to his allure.