2002, Ferrel D. Moore, Under the Microscope: A Mister Microscope Mystery (→ISBN), page 103:
Absently, the inventor ran his hand to his hair, trying to put everything in place, as though he were preparing for a job interview. The woman who entered the room next was feminine perfection. Her hair was pure blond, full and wavy. Her eyes were as blue as a morning sky, and she filled the shimmering red evening dress that she wore with curves and mysteries. When she said, “Well, hello there, I'm September Smith,” to Mr. Microscope, he felt his face flush[.]
2011, Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (→ISBN):
Once upon a time, a girl named September grew very tired indeed of her parents' house, where she washed the same pink-and-yellow teacups and matching gravy boats every day, slept on the same embroidered pillow, and played with the same small and amiable dog. Because she had been born in May, and because she had a mole on her left cheek, and because her feet were very large and ungainly, the Green Wind took pity on her[.]
2017, September McCarthy, Why Motherhood Matters: An Invitation to Purposeful Parenting (→ISBN)
... yellow complexion, straight made, and of a lively carriage. Monmouth, or he may call himself Mousa, of the same age, complexion, and carriage, as Prince, except that he has lost the use of one thumb. They are all of the Guinea country. The fellow and boys are very good riders; propably [sic] they may have been carried to St. Augustine or somewhere to the southward. Also ran away on the 26th of October last, a slim Negro Man, named September, perhaps he may call himself ...
1987, K. G. Konkel, The Glorious East Wind (Random House Canada, →ISBN):
... about the man named September and his loyalty to the Kuo Ming Tang cause. Maybe he had to sacrifice us to protect his own cover. Maybe it was part of a larger, more necessary plan. But all I know is he had us set up and six of us died, Indians, Chinese and white. I saw him drive away with the Nips and, to my dying day, I swear that man was a traitor. He should be hanged for turning us in. Ah Saam, September, whatever his bloody name was—I'll never forget what he looked like, ...
2007, Tsuneo Yoshikuni, African Urban Experiences in Colonial Zimbabwe: A Social History of Harare Before 1925, (→ISBN), page 16:
3 is occupied by a coloured man named September, his wife (a Hottentot) and their two children. September is a driver in the employ of Mr. Jas. Lawson. This report and other evidence reveal that the African tenants consisted of drivers, policemen, and other workers with relatively high incomes. It also suggests that they were long-time urban dwellers, often of South African origin, living with their families, female partners, or friends. [...]
