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“I always am in a role, lovely â€� for you, for them â€� even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role â€� and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“ I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us. ”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“And I wasn’t playing a role â€� I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myselfâ€� somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable â€�”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms â€� just the two of us are still alive â€�”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own â€�”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“A good enemy can be better than the best of friend.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“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 different roles and pretending â€� not so much on stage as in real life...”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“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, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.
Gray...”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? â€�”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours.
Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“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, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“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 of the world of secret occult visions.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Insane love.
Loving insanity.
Insanity and love...”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“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, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“She was beautiful, only hers was the dark beauty of night, just as Sherry's was the bright beauty of daytime. Her hair was raven-black, ending in a sort of widow's peak low on her forehead, and her face and arms were alabaster- white. Her gown was a clinging thing of swirling black, almost like smoke, and two peculiar shoulder-draperies she wore, hanging down loosely and caught at the wrists, almost suggested great triangular wings when her arms were in motion.

Her lips were a red gash in the pallor of her face, and they glistened as though she had daubed them with fresh blood instead of rouge.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Call me Faustine," she said low. I saw her staring fixedly at me, with a sort of half-smile on her face, but her gaze rested a little lower than my own face. I fingered my neck uneasily. "Is there something on my collar?"

("Vampire's Honeymoon")”
― Cornell Woolrich, Vampire's Honeymoon

“Vladimir stood next to one of the beams on the back porch of our new home, leaning on his back. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds which were his favorites, and he lit one up. He was dressed all in black; black skinny jeans, black studded belt, black tennis shoes, black v neck shirt and he had the hood of his black jacket up over his head. He looked cool and collected, and somewhat villainous.â€� -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)”
― Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found

“Goths do not hate the world. They just learned to accept the world that refuses to understand them.”
― enna snow

“Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with the
floating hearts and severed heads of my medicine. I must now whisper my other friends back too. I’m sad they’re gone…sad and blue.”
― Nicholaus Patnaude, First Aide Medicine