EJ

“The Commander was a complete contrast to his men: Roman to his arrogant finger-tips, wiry and dark as they were raw-boned and fair. The olive-skinned face under the curve of his crested helmet had not a soft line in it anywhere - a harsh face it would have been, but that it was winged with laughter lines, and between his level black brows showed a small raised scar that marked him for one who had passed the Raven Degree of Mithras.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, The Eagle of the Ninth

“Harriet was silent. She suddenly saw Wimsey in a new light. She knew him to be intelligent, clean, courteous, wealthy, well-read, amusing and enamoured, but he had not so far produced in her that crushing sense of utter inferiority which leads to prostration and hero-worship. But she now realised that there was, after all, something god-like about him. He could control a horse.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Have His Carcase

“Once more the drama begins.' — The Emperor Paul Muad'dib on his ascension to the Lion Throne.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

“The trenches are all filled in, but the boys are still dying.”
― Richard Peck, A Year Down Yonder