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With the light gone, the river turned an inky black.

The inside of the mouth is dark blue to inky black.

The ground, nearly two hundred feet below, was still inky black.

He looked around him, feeling the inky night closing in.

His blood was inky black in the light of the rockets.

It was inky black, and I could hear the rushing of water.

He was looking out at the inky darkness of the sea.

Stars still press through the inky bowl of a night sky.

They sat at rest finally, watching the descent of another inky night.

All of the space between and around the stands was lost in inky shadow.

From there it flowed down her back, an inky river.

The world seemed inky and impenetrable, dark with something more than night.

His black form became a weird, inky shape as it moved about.

The night was absolutely clear around him, inky black, brilliant stars.

With the national power grid still down, Jerusalem was inky black.

I took two steps farther down into the inky dark and stopped like I'd hit a wall.

Inky blackness shut him in and he knew no more.

In the inky blackness, however, it is impossible to see anything.

The room was no longer as inky black as before.

As he blinked in the inky black, for just a moment part of him wondered why.

Below it was the inky shape of a black cloak.

And then, out the window, the sky turned a sudden, inky blue.

She peered into the inky blackness but could see nothing.

The river moved like dark, inky diamonds in the moonlight.

Off to the left and right he could see the inky sky, stabbed with stars.