Astonishingly, something that might have been a smile touched the golden features.

For the first time those golden features held a genuine expression.

An unreadable emotion rippled over the chiseled, faintly golden features.

He had Noel's same clean-cut, golden features, but there was something hard about him, less endearing.

Gore's golden features reflected anxiety.

The golden features tightened.

Mother Nature was too fickle to make such an exact duplicate of those lean, golden features, the dark, smoldering eyes, the to-die-for body...

"But it is magnificent," she added, passing her gloved hand over the great golden features.

"There's the smell of curs, and something..." The golden features that spoke of South Pacific islands hardened with annoyance.