"Let go, Bella!" snarled Narcissa, and she drew a wand from beneath her cloak, holding it threateningly in the other’s face. Bella merely laughed.
"Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn’t-"
"There is nothing I wouldn’t do anymore!" Narcissa breathed, a note of hysteria in her voice, and she brought down the wand like a knife.
Sofia Fisher and others in "Samphire Hoe" by Thomas Giddings for Garage June 2013
"Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding." — (Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless)