These sentences are from my never-ending draft of Acelet's story. (Acelet was a character in Illuminations of the Heart, in case you haven't read it.)
Tuesday: Sir Raimon’s anger usually bit with the precision of an unanticipated whip.
Wednesday: "I have no intention of being a blind tool in your hand."
Friday: "You have certainly bided your time patiently for a man they claim rides like a devil into battle with a sword always first to be bathed in blood."
Saturday: The vision rose so strongly she could hear the victorious rattling of the shackles.