Katelyn Koiner

“If men should read these words, let them know that power is a heavy burden. Seek not to be bound by its chains.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire

“Mr. Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter," said Snape.
Harry didn't say anything.
"He tells me that he was up by the Shrieking Shack when he ran into Weasley—apparently alone."
Still, Harry didn't speak.
"Mr. Malfoy states that he was talking to Weasley, when a large amount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could have happened?"
Harry tried to look mildly surprised.
"I don't know, Professor."
Snape's eyes were boring into Harry's. It was exactly like trying to stare down a hippogriff. Harry tried hard not to blink.
"Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been, Potter?"
"No," said Harry, now trying to sound innocently curious.
"It was your head, Potter. Floating in midair."
There was a long silence.
"Maybe he’d better go to Madam Pomfrey," said Harry. "If he’s seeing things like—"
"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade."
"I know that," said Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt or fear. "It sounds like Malfoy’s having hallucin—"
"Malfoy is not having hallucinations," snarled Snape, and he bent down, a hand on each arm of Harry’s chair, so that their faces were a foot apart. "If your head was in Hogsmeade, so was the rest of you.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“There is no life here but the slow death of days, and so when the evil falls on the town, its coming seems almost preordained, sweet and morphic.”
― Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot

“It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size. For Sister Thorn of the Sweet Mercy Convent Lano Tacsis brought two hundred men.”
― Mark Lawrence, Red Sister