661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

To those watching him, he appeared to dance as he walked.

The man was running his eyes over Finnigin’s body in a decidedly greedy manner.

Life had been thrust onto him brutally and without warming; the needed time to digest its newness.

He could see little of the man, other than the shadow of a face, dark garments, the long, expressive hands. His black boots were polished to a high, silken lustre, the feet crossed at the ankles.

The man was tall, shrouded in a dark cloak, his face now hidden by a wide-brimmed hat, in which reposed a single magnificent blue feather.

I’m staring at a creature, exquisite in its creation, who will soon be adrift in a world completely alien. I want to enjoy these moments of stillness before that happens. Look upon it as a few scant hours of bliss before things get unpleasant and challenging for you.

The higher the street, the loftier and more abstract its creativity.

His long golden hair hung towards the grey, rug-covered flagstones like precious rags torn from a queen’s train.

To be apart from Min would be like dying for him, and no gloves of fur and snakeskin could stroke away the pain.