Calenture Quotes

“You were part of something, and miraculously, you survived that part.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“His laughter was the result of euphoria at finding himself alive and above ground.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“His face was finely-boned and should have appeared handsome, but there was something repellant about him that had little to do with appearances.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“You were the one that led them a merry dance. Now, I expect, they will want an explanation. I myself am waiting to hear it.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Varian, you are wasting time. There are things you must attend to. Those delightful little playthings of yours are here. Downstairs. They’re in a terrible state. I really think you ought to have a word with them.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Perhaps what he’d been seeking was simply his own self, and he’d been guilty of imposing omens on words and places.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Varian had become an obsession with Finnigin, his image expanded into some kind of demiurge.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“We have each other now. We have discovered each other.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“I think certain truths in our lives yearn to be uncovered, regardless of circumstances.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Whatever my jaded heart feels, my instinctive desire to survive is much stronger.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“How can you believe it’s over? If anything, it’s only just beginning. For both of us.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“I thought my seach was over. I’m tired of travelling, of looking for invisible things.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“He wrinkled his nose in vexation, struggling for words to form concepts he barely grasped.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“How many times are you going to change your mind about what happened to you? One day you accept that something miraculous occurred, the next day you rant about hallucinations and delusions! Ays, wake up, it happened. We don’t know how or why, but we must find out. Only Varian can tell us.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Half of him wanted to pull Finnigin close, absorb his flesh, because of their similarity. The other half of him was repulsed, unnerved. Finnigin’s expressions, being more mobile than Ays; seemed a parody.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“The coincidences were staggering. Ays and Finnigin looked alike, they had both been followed by a mysterious stranger. Their diverse paths had conjoined in the dark waters of Scarzanera’s sacred pit, one plunging to death, another to rebirth. Ays felt sick.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“We tolerate so much more than is healthy from those who are beautiful.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Brinorah felt she could rub her hands together and a scale of evil would fall from her in flakes, a taint she had not accepted intentionally, but which she was aware had besmirched her as much as any other who had stood by and allowed Alomeah her bloody free rein.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“When they hit the surface, Ays had to remind himself consciously to breathe. He opened his eyes and they became filled with lights and colors. For a while, he was unable to recognise shapes with them.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Quickly, the gold fell away, and then, as if they were somehow made of a lighter substance, Ays and the other shot upwards. They ascended in a shroud of hair, in ribbons of blood, up through the milky water. And it was not so far.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Time stood still, ignored the event.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Instinctively, he reached for his knife, fumbled fro fractions of a second with the thong of a purse, tore it loose. He stabbed frantically at the thing that surrounded him, tore the blade through cloth and hair and flesh. One part fell away, a languid, dead flailing of limbs and hair. The other gripped him, and even though he had stabbed a limb, would not release him.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Just when it seemed he must break through the surface and avail himself of the welcome wine of air, something heavy and dark come plummeting through the water and collided with him.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“He was able to see, which was certainly a good sign, but the water was murky, filled with debris, so his sight was limited. Ays expanded his mind with a single thought: up. He relaxed, and felt his body ascend, as if drawn by a rope above. His vision became cloudy, sparkling. His lungs screamed for breath. Soon. Soon. Do not give in, do not give up. He reached upwards with his hands, reaching for light, for air.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Use the breathing places wisely.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“The ceiling sloped downwards gradually as if teasing him. He kept taking long, measured lungsful of air, sure that every one would be his last, only to find there was time to take another. Then the stone kissed the water, and he had no chance but to descend, feeling blindly with his hands, kicking with his feet.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Before he entered its shadow, Ays glanced back at the cavern he was leaving. He moured the loss of light, but braced himself for another more difficult stage of the journey.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“Shiny, undulating forms wave between his legs, caressed his flanks, but neither bit nor constricted his limbs.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“He felt the sounds of life would not reach this far down, but the sounds of death would.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture

“He wondered whether what he had heard indicated that a city was moving far above him on the surface, and whether the wounding thunder meant that, it had foundered, or collided with another city.”
― Storm Constantine, Calenture