661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

It was best to shun such places. But the places summoned, as if they yearned for his observation, as if, without it, they would not be real in this world, or would decay. Sometimes they had birthed new myths for him to catalogue.

He patrolled the city to keep it alive, even though he lacked the power to wake it.

One moment of lapsed concentration and the tide of years would come crashing in, obliterating everything.

There were too many unexplained noises, too many echoes, too many vacilliating shadows.

My city could not help but be conducive to creative thought. Who knows what new myths might spring from the juxtaposition of so many fabulous designs?

As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

He was inventing the world beyond, peopling it, making them live.

Great moving cities prowl in the Flatlands. They are drawn along lines of glittering stones, which are planted by a race of people who, steeped in their own mystery, direct the motions of the city. The cities are vast, huge leviathans that carve a deep wound into the earth.

He felt as if he was on the brink of a vast understanding-he could almost feel its intense shine within his mind, and yet the meaning evaded him. The scintillant ideas burst like shimmering bubbles of glass even as his imagination encountered them.