"One of the prisoners stepped up to the bars and clutched them; the depredations of the cell vault had yet to whittle away a build frighteningly close to that of the heroic statuary of old. Locke guessed he was a recent arrival; his muscles looked carved from witchwood. His skin and hair were black enough to shrug off the pale green light, as though in disdain." Lynch, Scott. Red Seas Under Red Skies (Gentleman Bastards, Book 2) (p. 257). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
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