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Continue to ChatThe 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. - https://www.relicsworld.com/cassandra-clare/the-dark-prince-sat-astride-his-black-steed-his-sable-cape-flowing-author-cassandra-clare