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1 " We've decided to wake a miss for you because you are nice. We want a booby as roomful as ours." Everybody had seen the Hobgoblin laugh, but nobody believed he could smile. He was so happy that you could see it all over him -- from his hat to his boots! Without a word he waved his cloak over the grass -- and behold! Once more the garden was filled with a pink light and there on the grass before them lay a twin to the King's Ruby -- the Queen's Ruby. "
2 " The wiry man scratched his head, looked the two inquisitors up and down and cleared his throat softly. “We must be quick.” He turned to go, pulling his cloak over his head and shuffling through the door into the moonlight. The two inquisitors moved with impossible silence behind, floating across the straw-covered floor like the cats on the walls outside the hut. The cats froze at the disturbance before scurrying noiselessly into the shadows as the three silhouettes crossed the ten yards of grass before the blackness of the forest swallowed them. No fires flickered at this time, when the full moon was highest in the cloudless summer sky, and the three were the only waking souls in the hamlet. "
― Gregory Figg , Threshold (Engines of Ascendancy Book 1)
3 " I do wish men, when they're taking their leave from a lady at dawn, wouldn't insist on adjusting their clothes to a nicety, or fussily tying their lacquered cap securely into place. After all, who would laugh at a man or criticize him if they happened to catch sight of him on his way home from an assignation in fearful disarray, with his cloak or hunting costume all awry? "
― Sei Shōnagon , The Pillow Book
4 " You let me handle Marius," I said. " Now, you didn't come without you dagger." " No, I did not," he said, lifting his cloak to reveal it, " And with your permission I would like to plunge it through my heart now so I will most assuredly stone-cold dead before the Master of this house arrives home to find you runnning rampant in his garden!" " Permission denied. "
5 " The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths. "
― F.T. McKinstry , Raven of the West (Chronicles of Ealiron)
6 " Now you can all have a wish -- the Moomin family first!" Moominmamma hesitated a bit. " Should it be something you can see?" she asked, " or an idea? If you know what I mean, Mr. Hobgoblin?" " Oh, yes!" said the Hobgoblin. " Things are easier of course, but it will work with an idea too." " Then I want to wish that Moomintroll will stop missing Snufkin," said Moominmamma." Oh, dear!" said Moomintroll going pink, " I didn't know it was so obvious!" But the Hobgoblin waved his cloak once, and immediately the sadness flew out of Moomintroll's heart. His longing just became an expectancy, and that felt much better. "
