“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 with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray,… — Simona Panova Copy Share
“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
