“His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain… — 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… — 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
“I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
“Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?” — 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
“I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –” — 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
“You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you… — 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
“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
