The Dragon in the Dying Star

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 black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper, against which the crimson color of her facial and bodily markings shone with a strangely enchanting effect.
She was like nothing he'd ever seen, and unmistakably the prettiest creature in all the galaxy he'd ever laid eyes on.