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“In the dream, the yellow-haired har was standing in a wreath of shadowy flames and his beauty was ugliness.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Somewhere else and here it lay on my father’s bed, and yes, more beautiful still. A Wraeththu child of snow and thorns whom we could not kill, because fairy stories just don’t end that way.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Until I looked at his eyes, close up, I still felt strong. Now I was a child again. He smelled of smoke and flowers.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“He asked me questions about myself and my family and his mordant sense of humor made me laugh, but he never talked about himself.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Was he evil? Sometimes I was troubled by my fascination for him. Alone, at night, I was often afraid of him, but I was always drawn back, for I had met no one like him before.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Each time we met it was as if I learned something new about the world that would never be put into words.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“It was as if I was learning his secrets, not through concrete ideas, but just feelings that were nearly smells and sounds and tastes.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“On several occasions, after I had left him, fleeting pictures would flash on my inner eye, like memories, but they were of places and people I had never seen.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Sometimes Cal would come to my room at night. Sometimes we would only sleep together, needing company, but other times we would scream and struggle at tear at each other until dawn. He was voracious and the merest touch kindled my responsive frenzy. I knew that it didn’t have to be that way, but we needed that rage somehow. We had so much pent-up energy, there was no other way to release it yet. Once, while we were feeding upon each other like vampires, howling like animals, Tyson woke up in the next room and started to cry in terror. For a moment, we were still, staring wide-eyed at each other. Then we began to laugh.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Cal enjoyed arguing and I noticed he often completely changed his opinions from day to day.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Perhaps we were still at the lake; perhaps this was just an illusion and we were still melded mouth to mouth, living dreams.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Subtlety, subtley, that is the key. Cal knew all about that, and he knew all about betrayal.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Miserably, I took him in my arms and we sat on the floor, among the silken cushions, in silence, tasting each other’s thoughts without the contact of lips or flesh.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“The bewitchments of love and hate are perhaps the strongest magic in the world. Magic called you to us in the beginning. I am sure of it. I called your name in a dream. Now I’m calling you again. Listen in the shadows; I’m whistling in the dark.”
― Storm Constantine, Wraeththu

“Cal is anathema to Gelaming; everyhar knows it. They hate him because he is a somehar and they want him to be a nohar. He is the flaw in their plan, not the least because the House of Parasiel is very fond of him. If you want to go to Swift with more bad news or complaints about Cal, forget it. He’s Cal’s only champion.”
― Storm Constantine, The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure