661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

He did not want to believe in ghosts, and he feared his own madness.

Ays shrugged and threw back his head to lower the hela frond into his open mouth. It tasted yeasty and salty upon his tongue and swiftly extended tender fingers of manipulation into his mind.

In some ways, I feel he is only a symbol.

They seek their god-men or god-women, and kill them through familiarity. It is a kind of hunt. Yes. The object of it being the destruction of that which you desire. Hmm.

Silently, Leeth suffered with the weight of her love for Ays. It seemed like a strangling python, which had wrapped her in a suffocating embrace, and whose coils were too thick and numerous to escape.

They seemed to live every day as if it were their last, subject to a brutal vitality, a careless disregard for conventional behaviour. Yet this mood was tinged by a kind of wistfulness, like a thin song in the great vault of the night.

Was it an awakening to the bizarreness of the world that instigated their flight, or was curiosity a consequence of their running away?

Unexplained events occur when the paths of two cities cross.

In moments of reverie; he sometimes wondered whether he himself was but the subject of a lonely pIerson’s writing, as Ays and Finnigin were his.