“Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –” — 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
“The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...… — 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’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –” — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –” — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I… — 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
