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" Like all imperial princes, Almorante was an arresting and imposing man. He was very tall, and for a Malagash, his hair was unusually dark, falling in a straight curtain about his shoulders. His face was handsome in a hawkish sort of way, the forehead high, the eyes deep-set. His hands were long, the fingers unnaturally mobile. He stood up when Khaster entered the room, and Khaster bowed to him. Not for the first time, he thought that Almorante should really be the heir to the throne. He was for more regal than Gastern. "
― Storm Constantine , The Crown of Silence (The Chronicles of Magravandias, #2)
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" For a moment, he saw his own face looking back at him from the polished surface, and then he realized it wasn’t his own face at all. It was the face of a young man, squinting and peering as if trying to look back through a dirty window. He was very handsome, like a royal prince. Bayard? No, he didn’t look at all how Shan imagined Bayard. There was no smirking cruelty to the face. It looked tired, confused, but not evil. Shan stared at it. Somewhere, was someone seeing him, perhaps in a mirror or window? "
― Storm Constantine , The Crown of Silence (The Chronicles of Magravandias, #2)