The lightning vanished, and a young man made out of golden fire stood there.

He turned to her, saw the golden fire she promised.

The sunlight turns the lake into a golden fire.

She had long blond hair like golden fire and bright blue eyes.

The setting sun was turning the clouds beneath them into a lake of golden fire.

And ahead was a curtain of golden fire hung half across the universe.

She looked up at the pillar of golden fire that surrounded him.

Her eyes stared down at me, pools of golden fire like brown water in sunlight.

He burned with his own golden fire: a third sun orbiting at a distance from the other two.

The young Master's face seemed transformed, and his eyes danced with a golden, glowing fire.