He stepped down from the shuttle, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun. Yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. She kept him still and held his beating heart with one gaze, feeding off of him. She was a succubus, beautiful and dangerous.
The sight which met his eyes was that of a slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to the stories of angels he'd heard many times before. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature finely chiseled and exquisite, her blue eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal...