661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

The living miracle lying across the room on a rug of black hair, this pale, porcelain miracle, as delicate as spun glass, as tough as steel, was a potential Goddess. And to be used for what? To partake in coldblooded, passionless experiences, without magick or reverence or love. It sickened him.

Her whole body was sick of him, sore and bored and sick.

Through him, she began to visualise the landscape of her early years with new eyes and spoke of the secret knowledge of eventual immanence, which she thought illustrated most emphatically her difference to normal people.

Sometimes it is necessary to partake in sacrifice of self, but being a martyr to one’s causes inspires only impatience in others.

Ewan Famber had simply been a distant, glamorous icon to his daughter and very possibly, Ari reasoned, once she was old enough to consider it, to his wife as well.

After a week, Lydia’s few friends in the district had come to investigate her absence from their gatherings, and had taken charge. Ari remembered them; big women in loose dresses with bare legs or overalls and sandals. They rationed Lydia’s alcoholic intake, cleaned the house, and talked in low, shocked voices that could not hide the relish and excitement they felt at this unexpected tragedy.

For all her slobbish behaviour, Lydia still had a mind in there somewhere, and she knew more about Tech-Green than she ever let on to Patti, Ari was sure.

Longing and anger too up arms with her again, as usual.

He was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. His feline body, now shirted in khaki drab, his blond-streaked hair, seemed to represent all that Ari could ever want, all that she would be denied once Star Eyed moved on.