Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.

— Simona Panova

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

— Simona Panova

So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –

— Simona Panova

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

— Simona Panova

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

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside the world of secret occult visions.

— Simona Panova

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming... Dead silence. Literally dead.

— Simona Panova

You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.

— Simona Panova

You kissed me once, and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of license to do it whenever you want?

— Simona Panova

You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.

— Simona Panova