The leopard was out there, silent and secretive as a dappled golden shadow.

Beneath them, never appearing above the water, lay an enormous golden shadow.

She had been going to mention the golden shadow, but thought better of it.

But the most compellingly apparent change was that the waning night had been replaced by the long golden shadows of late afternoon.

A deep groan echoed in the golden shadows, and his body shuddered against hers.

Brianna was supremely aware of the man that walked close behind her like a golden shadow.

She rolled over until her face caught the lacy, golden shadows cast by sun and bough.

His golden shadow fell on her from the lamp.

And she realized it was not the moon casting its golden shadow onto earth, for the night was moonless.

It had doomed him to work apart while other men painted the golden shadows in her hair.