661 Quotes by Storm Constantine

How many times had she danced herself into a deliciously drunken frenzy around the edges of her smouldering offerings, breathing deeply the heady, powerful, almost frightening reek of smoke?

It’s like having a demon in a bottle. It’s power, Jordan but, like a demon, unpredictable.

We dwell in forever.

The deity had the light, melodramatic voice of an artificial being programmed by a religious fanatic.

A ground mist, morning white, hid all but a suggestion of landscape. A dreamer could imagine green fields might be there, trees with leaves, even animals moving slowly over the grass. Concentrate hard enough and the smell of living plants might be conjured up. A psychic could probably manage it, someone good with ghosts.Leila Saatchi knew better.

They had scorned the title scientist and dubbed themselves reality speculators.

The Goddess didn’t dish out favours and punishments in accordance with a rigid dogma; she was merely a feeling, the spark inside that made you laugh and dance or kept you close to the earth like a cat, stalking and turned-on with power.

She spoke to a woman whose strong, charismatic presence proclaimed her a noteworthy force within this group. The motivators were always easy to spot. The woman was tall, with a fierce, beautiful face, her functional khaki clothes draped with bright, fringed shawls. Ari was entranced by this dashing creature who stroke from menhir to menhir, running her long, strong fingers over the circuits, her thick, red hair wrapped up in a colourful scarf.

Leila Saatchi never gave orders, never had to. It was a knack she had. Her suggestions were so compelling.