But you could never tell what a Shadow was thinking.

I must be dreaming, thought Shadow, alone in the darkness.

The Shadow wanted those fifteen minutes, and thought that he was getting them.

Shadow thought he knew the word, but it had been a long time.

The Shadow wasn't thinking in terms of a back way out.

The Shadow was thinking in terms of his own departure.

Shadow thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Shadow did not think he was talking about the dress.

Shadow did not think he would be saying anything anymore.

The Shadow was thinking how neatly the paper switch had worked.