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The air was brisk, with the cold taste of winter on its lips when it kissed her face. --Twilight Vows; Maggie Shayne

"I believe her words were 'I've seen enough of Mr. Potter this year and he's got you to take care of him now. If I see either of you again, you'd best be at death's door or I'll put you there myself.'" -Draco Malfoy --Bond; Anna Fugazzi

Still trying to convince yourself, aren't you? The little voice was back.
I thought I told you to shut up. -Draco Malfoy --Eclipse; Mijan

“We… Vernon Dursley are Harry's family.” Darius hissed out eyes flashing red as he advanced on the human. “And you have thoroughly pissed us off.” -Lord Darius --The Darker Side of Me; Branwen777

"...She was the one thing that kept me going. Now she’s giving me a son, and she said yes when I asked her to marry me. I owe her so much. I promise you Edward, the only way I’d leave her is in a body bag.”Harry Potter --Move Along; EmotionlessNightmare

"Blaise had an expression that could only be described as this; O.o’ Yes, that." --Vampire Angels and Veelas; VampireMoogleMuffin

"Why, nice to meet you, Mr. Pot. I'm Mr. Cauldron." -Harry Potter --A Gryffindor and A Slytherin; furiosity

The Author to Her Book

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,
Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
Thy visage was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.
I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save homespun cloth i' th' house I find.
In this array 'mongst vulgars may'st thou roam.
In critic's hands beware thou dost not come,
And take thy way where yet thou art not known;
If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none;
And for thy mother, she alas is poor,
Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.

--Anne Bradstreet

How was it possible to simultaneously feel crushed between a rock and a hard place, and also as though he were teetering precariously on a tightrope with nothing to grasp? Mijan