661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

She recognized the body language of self-loathing. Something would have to be done about that. The dog in him must be expelled. He must become cat: pampered, svelte, spoiled, confident of his own unique beauty. It would be a pleasure to teach him that.

She traded delirium, a treasure of experience, and made a healthy living from it, so that ten years ago she’d been able to step down from public attention and began to train others to do her work for her.

Funny how the camera had so quickly lost all its depressing associations. Ari looked on this as a good omen.

He’d danced like a dervish to the clay drums of his troupe, twisting his body, enjoying the experience of his own muscles. That’s when Jordan had seen him.

He and his brother had once been so close, literally part of each other; in defiling himself, he was defiling Cabochan. When this was pointed out, Cabochan was appalled to see an expression on his brother’s face, which suggested that that was one of his reasons for becoming what he had.

Leila suddenly felt as if there was a great physical distance between her and this girl. She saw this serene young woman sitting there: it was like a visualisation of what Ari was to become. She smiled at her and shook her head. The aroman and smoke of the incense seemed to have moved the primitive tent to a new continuum. I am looking at a goddess, Leila thought.

He looked at the girl of hidden colours and saw a few of her paths, radiating off, diminishing glows.

Fending him off became more of a ritual courtship than a defence, until the performance just had to reach its logical conclusion: a night under the stars communing with the Goddess.Cabochan had half hoped his and Jordan’s physical union would be a failure. Fate had decreed otherwise.

She’d taken her environment so much for granted, unaware that things inevitably change, and so they did.