661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

That face had beguiled princes and kings. It was older now and had lost the soft prettiness of youth, but Tayven Hirantel was still beautiful, his eyes almond shaped and dark, his cheekbones high. He had the look of a cornered animal.

How much Tayven had been like good food: a delight to the senses. People had wanted to gorge on him and they had. But the flavors eventually had become bitter.

Ah, Tayven, we are not together and I am not swooning in your embrace, ready to spill all. I see through your wiles.

Senefex always looked starved but today the ashen hollows in his cheeks looked particularly deep and his large dark eyes were ringed in purple, the flesh puffy beneath them. He had clearly been up all night. Poor Senefex. He would need all of his wily wits to keep his head on his shoulders now.

Archimage Mordryn made a soft sound of assent. He was a massive man, broad of shoulder, built more like a warrior than a priest. His face was kind and avuncular, his voice always gentle. Valraven considered him to be one of the most dangerous men in the Empire.

How could the same nose, mouth and eyes appear handsome in one man, merely plain in another?

I’m a Palindrake,” Varencienne said. “Your sea wife. I’ve earned that. Don’t push me back into the enemy camp.

Varencienne had become a true woman of Caradore, as was right and needful, but she was a spirited young woman. She liked to believe she had autonomy.

Her daughter was not related in blood to Ellony Leckery, yet it seemed as if she’d somehow managed to inherit her namesake’s rather fey nature. Pharinet, Valraven’s sister, insisted young Ellony was far stronger, braver, and more robust than the original, but there was no doubt she was highly sensitive, and sometimes this affected her badly.