His gaze searched almost frantically for the golden strands of tendril that should have been there.

Jenise quivered as the dark golden strands lightly passed over her skin.

A few fine golden strands had come loose near the nape of her neck.

Hair dusted his arms, golden strands that gleamed in the firelight.

They spun out their golden strands of light like delicate spiderwebs.

The entire side of the tower was covered with it; cascading golden blond strands that reached all the way to the window high above.

A hundred golden strands danced in the air.

She blinked up at him through wet golden strands, openly apprehensive for the first time.

She wheeled on her husband, long golden strands of hair flying around her head.

A film of golden strands covered her mouth and nostrils.