“Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless. Anonymous.” — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –” — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead. And buried.” — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.” — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming... Dead silence.… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.” — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
