He had the fine features of a Melnibonean nobleman, was thin, proud in his bearing, clad in voluminous robes of cloth-of-gold, an elaborate helmet in gold and ebony upon his long, auburn locks.

Catti-brie spun on the dwarf suddenly, her shoulder-length, auburn locks twirling about her face.

The one with pretty auburn locks?

Catti-brie shook her head, the auburn locks bouncing across her shoulders.

Just a kid really but those auburn locks fooled you.

Dure saw the auburn locks curling out from under the odd cap, noted the large hazel eyes and the man's short stature, and knew that he had to be dreaming even as he thought I'm not dreaming!

Her back was to him; he could see the thick mane of her auburn locks flowing around her shoulders, rich and vibrant.

He wore his hair so long that his auburn locks almost touched his shoulders; and, like Napoleon in his Italian campaigns, he wrote ardent love-letters almost daily while on the battlefield.