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.)
Monday: His leather belt had matching starburst studs to the scabbard that held his sword.
Tuesday: "The pictures were pretty, but I could not make heads nor tails of the words, and I needed the money for a game of Evens or Odds that night.”
Wednesday: "There’ll be no foolery while I am in charge of this kitchen."
Thursday: “Because my chosen trade obliges me to consort with riffraff,” Jaufres sniffed, “does not mean I have abandoned the honor I was raised to respect between gentlemen."
Saturday: He would soon be far away from Poitiers, too far away to point a finger her way if he ever comprehended the fullness of her duplicity.