Bronwyn, the old charioteer, smiled to himself as he listened to Alvan, son of Segvan the chieftain, shaking and kicking the door like an unbroken colt. And then the murders began.
J. E. Hood, Guardians of the Forest
The military attache's voice, harsh and unfriendly, cut across the great thatched and timbered hall. "By Jupiter and his seven-headed dog, but I can show you a sort of magic to beat that!" And then the murders began.
Henry Treece, The Dark Island