“The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.” — 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
