Much to Kate's frustration, however, he'd found no golden goddess on display.

So was the magic disappearance of the golden goddess.

They knew now how the golden goddess had bridged that death gap.

No, the great golden goddess did not make me feel small and grubby.

Especially when she is as lovely as a golden goddess.

That she had felt such things made her more "human" in my eyes, and less of a "golden goddess".

But the golden goddess sat unmoving, and her painted face was still.

He was closing the door behind him before he saw the golden goddess.

But it was obvious, finally, that the golden goddess knew better than to attempt to break an established animal control.

Why should the king want the golden goddess of Hollywood dead?