Cloak Quotes

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J.K. Rowling
“I don't need a cloak to become invisible.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.”
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

J.D. Stroube
“The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered the emptiness.”
J.D. Stroube, Caged in Spirit

C.T. Phipps
“What IS it about this town? I never thought I’d long for the good old days of Nazi robots and dragons.”
C.T. Phipps, The Rules of Supervillainy

Georges Bizet
“Religion is a means of exploitation employed by the strong against the weak; religion is a cloak of ambition, injustice and vice . . . . Truth breaks free, science is popularized, and religion totters; soon it will fall, in the course of centuries--that is, tomorrow. . . . In good time we shall only have to deal with reason.

[From Bizet, by William Dean. Colier Books, 1962]”
Georges Bizet

Dennis L. McKiernan
“I'll say this, Arik: the old man's warning proved to be true - things are not always what they seem. She was no young lady -"
"If it's the demon you speak of," interjected Rith, as she stepped back into the ruin, Lyssa following after, "she was not even a toothless old hag.”
Dennis L. McKiernan, Caverns of Socrates

E.T.A. Hoffmann
“He was wearing a purple cloak over his shoulders in a strange, foreign fashion, his arms folded inside it. His face was deathly pale, but as his great black eyes stared at me, a dagger seemed to pierce my heart. A feeling of horror ran through me, and quickly turning my face away, I summoned all my strength and continued speaking. But as though compelled by some magic force, I could not help looking over towards him again and again. He still stood there, impassive and motionless, his ghostly eyes fixed upon me. Something resembling bitter scorn and hatred lay on his high, furrowed brow and his drawn lips. The whole figure had a horrible, frightening air about it. It was... it was the mysterious painter from the Holy Linden.

Cruel, icy fingers clutched at my heart. A fearful sweat on my forehead; my phrases stuck in my throat, and my speech became more and more incoherent. But the terrible stranger still leant silently against the pillar, his glassy eyes set unwaveringly on me.”
E.T.A. Hoffmann, The Devil's Elixirs

“A clue is a key which unlocks a box full of keys - those peculiarly tempting arrangements of circumstance and fate are points of departure which lead to infinite realms of mystery that beckon with the taboo of hidden knowledge.  I am compelled to follow where the curling finger of intrigue flits seductively among shadows whose origins lie in primeval antiquity.  The Forbidden Occult is forever enshrined in the luminous cathedral of my imagination.  Every philosopher's stone I look under carries my mind aloft on the fairy wings of discovery to ever higher treasures of exponentially expanding conscious awareness.”
Sean Terrence Best, Cloak of the Devil
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Georgette Heyer
“Later, when she appeared before him in the sea-green gauze, he stared at her in great surprise, and said: By Jove, he had never thought she could look so well! Encouraged by this tribute, Hero showed him a cloak of green sarsnet trimmed with swansdown, which she had purchased that morning, and upon his expressing his unqualified approval of this garment, confided, a little nervously, that she feared he might, when he came to see the bill, think it a trifle dear.”
Georgette Heyer, Friday's Child