Quotes / Prehensile Hair

The onrushing foe seemed a human woman, clad more in her own hair than in anything else.That hair was long, as willful as the tentacles of a hunting squid. Those tresses held wands and rings and other items of magic... and even aimed them!
— a brief encounter of one archdevil with The Simbul. Elminster in Hell by Ed Greenwood.

Her braid tumbled down and swung wide, darting, probing, as if with a mind of its own. When she stopped in a swirl of stars, it coiled around her neck.
Rawneth's hair, "Hearts of Woven Shadow," Blood and Ivory