Matha Saunder

“He craned his neck and sniffed at the puffball. “It is a dog,” he confirmed. “Hey! Come on, time to go,” he barked at the animal, foraging in its woolly thicket of fur and finding a leg to pull.
“How dare you!” squealed a thin voice. “How dare you insult the great, the magnificent, the incomparable Pom.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“Each day I go to this altar,
emptying the night
bucket after bucket,
until I've space enough
for the morning.”
― Don Hynes, Something Will Change Me: Poems of Soul and Spirit

“London. “Look Olivier. Quite a sight isn’t it?” Commandant Auguste Angers stood tall in his stirrups as he pointed out the far distant dome of St. Paul’s. The bronzed roof of the cathedral was glistening in the sun during a brief break in the clouds. The commandant and his colleague and deputy, Captain Olivier Rougemont, had enjoyed a morning’s exhilarating ride in Richmond Park. The commandant was riding his favourite grey, Chloe, and Rougemont was on his boss’s second string, a chestnut Annette.”
― Mark Ellis, The French Spy

“Our cousin Patrick Hacker McKaybees, died fighting by the side of the king.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood