dark prince sat astride black steed, sable cape flowing behind him. A — Cassandra Clare, City Bones

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The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and…"And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.

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