“Stay back!" She swung the sword at him, praying she could actually use the curst thing. 2011, Sabrina Jeffries, How to Woo a Reluctant Lady (fiction), Simon and Schuster, →ISBN, page 350:
"Sounds curst funereal, Zeb! O my poor nunky! Go fetch 'em, Sergeant, and let me see 'em—'twill distress and pain me I know but—go fetch 'em!" 1918, Jeffery Farnol, Our Admirable Betty:
But alas, we are at the far north end of NJ-and our younger daughter has the thrice curst SATs on Saturday. 2009 April 18, Lavannah, “Big, Broad, Flexible Religion (comment)”, in The Gods Are Bored, retrieved 13 May 2013:
[...] what hangman hands / Pin to his breast a parchment? His own bands / Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst! 1855, Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came, section XVII: