A fire burned brightly in the fireplace.
They were sitting around the fire and trying to keep themselves warm.
The fire leaped into life; the flames encircled me so that in a moment my clothes were blazing.
The world was flooded in some areas and on fire in others with still other parts blanketed in outright war.
Then he poured over them all the kerosene oil that was left in his oil-can, and lighting a match set fire to the pile.
He shifted, a familiar fire in his blood.
They drew up closer to the fire and felt thankful that they were safe from the raging storm.
Royce and Fritz left the fire together.
She fed and hobbled the mules and then started a fire to cook supper.
They all asked for reinforcements and all said that the Russians were holding their positions and maintaining a hellish fire under which the French army was melting away.
I had many a genial thought by the cabin fire "as I sailed."
The fire was burning down, though, so she added more wood.
His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.
If you are chosen town clerk, forsooth, you cannot go to Tierra del Fuego this summer: but you may go to the land of infernal fire nevertheless.
As I passed by the volunteer resident keeper's site, I saw an elderly couple in lounge chairs by a cold fire pit.
On Christmas Eve, we sit in front of the fire and take turns reading Christmas stories.
Though completely waterlogged and almost as heavy as lead, they not only burned long, but made a very hot fire; nay, I thought that they burned better for the soaking, as if the pitch, being confined by the water, burned longer, as in a lamp.
"I will the bridge fire," he said in a solemn tone as if to announce that in spite of all the unpleasantness he had to endure he would still do the right thing.
Royce scooted back from the fire and laughed nervously.
The fire snapped as it grew.
It was set on fire by mischievous boys, one Election night, if I do not mistake.
No one had given Tushin orders where and at what to fire, but after consulting his sergeant major, Zakharchenko, for whom he had great respect, he had decided that it would be a good thing to set fire to the village.
My boss stepped in and called some favors and pissed on the fire, at least for now.
Something was boiling in a small cauldron at the edge of the fire and a soldier in a peaked cap and blue overcoat, lit up by the fire, was kneeling beside it stirring its contents with a ramrod.
Someone had a fire going and a pot of coffee on.
Then a cheerful soldier ran up, begging a little fire for the infantry.
Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses.
But what is best of all," he went on, his excitement subsiding under the delightful interest of his own story, "is that the sergeant in charge of the cannon which was to give the signal to fire the mines and blow up the bridge, this sergeant, seeing that the French troops were running onto the bridge, was about to fire, but Lannes stayed his hand.
In battle he was always under fire, so that Kutuzov reproved him for it and feared to send him to the front, and like Dokhturov he was one of those unnoticed cogwheels that, without clatter or noise, constitute the most essential part of the machine.
Is the fire only for you?
She shifted her attention to the fire and rubbed the beginnings of a crick from her neck.
She managed to get into her boots without dislodging any wildlife and found a fire ready.
It ignited a fire in his eyes as well.
Fritz and Royce were squatted close to the fire, probably not wanting to get far from the food.
After having taken medicine, and fasted for three days, all the fire in the town is extinguished.
The French had time to fire three rounds of grapeshot before the hussars got back to their horses.
Soon after Prince Bagration had left him, Tushin had succeeded in setting fire to Schon Grabern.
No, I went to look at the fire, and they arrested me there, and tried me as an incendiary.
If it was Tessa or Dulce, she needed to fight fire with fire.
They came up to the fire, hoarsely uttering something in a language our soldiers did not understand.
Cade finally left the fire and sat down beside her on the couch.
There was a stir among the officers in the shadow beyond the fire, and one tall, long-necked officer, walking round the fire, came up to Dolokhov.
She handed Bordeaux a plate full of flapjacks she had been keeping warm by the fire and poured some honey over the top.
It was I and Fire that lived there; and commonly my housekeeper proved trustworthy.
Bordeaux stood and moved around the fire, careful to keep outside the circle of light.
At the same time the commander of the artillery of the 1st Corps, General Pernetti, with thirty cannon of Campan's division and all the howitzers of Dessaix's and Friant's divisions, will move forward, open fire, and overwhelm with shellfire the enemy's battery, against which will operate:
Now why are you asking silly questions about the Fire Brigade?
But my house occupied so sunny and sheltered a position, and its roof was so low, that I could afford to let the fire go out in the middle of almost any winter day.
He turned his attention to the fire and tucked another piece of bark into the bright coals.
There for several hours amid incessant cannon and musketry fire, now Russians were seen alone, now Frenchmen alone, now infantry, and now cavalry: they appeared, fired, fell, collided, not knowing what to do with one another, screamed, and ran back again.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began eating the mash, as they called the food in the cauldron, and he thought it more delicious than any food he had ever tasted.
She returned to the fire and found the men filling their bowls.
I had just sunk my head on this when the bells rung fire, and in hot haste the engines rolled that way, led by a straggling troop of men and boys, and I among the foremost, for I had leaped the brook.
Belle, our dog, my other companion, was old and lazy and liked to sleep by the open fire rather than to romp with me.
Every muscle of his thin face was now quivering with nervous excitement; his eyes, in which the fire of life had seemed extinguished, now flashed with brilliant light.
The fire flickered feebly, its passion curbed by time as well.
When she came through the living room the fire was roaring, but Cade was nowhere in sight.
A dark form hunkered before the fire, feeding small twigs to the flames.
Bread I at first made of pure Indian meal and salt, genuine hoe-cakes, which I baked before my fire out of doors on a shingle or the end of a stick of timber sawed off in building my house; but it was wont to get smoked and to have a piny flavor.
He handed the horses over to the soldier who was stirring the pot and squatted down on his heels by the fire beside the officer with the long neck.
She stared at the fire, shocked by the enormity of what she had done.
The very nearness of the fire but cooled our ardor.
This fire was already burning itself out.
Of course the vital heat is not to be confounded with fire; but so much for analogy.
It triggers your house's fire system if it detects it has caught on fire.
Ooh! lamented Aniska, who at the sight of the fire felt that she too must give expression to her feelings.
"Well, you know," said the sharp-nosed man they called Jackdaw in a squeaky and unsteady voice, raising himself at the other side of the fire, "a plump man gets thin, but for a thin one it's death.
The old fire very rarely kindled in her face now.
She quickly whipped up pancake dough and placed a large iron skillet over the fire with some lard in it.
As it always did, memories of the twins sparked a fire of anger at her father.
The French were putting out the fire which the wind was spreading, and thus gave us time to retreat.
It had a peculiarly strong effect on him because at the sight of the fire he felt himself suddenly freed from the ideas that had weighed him down.
The other, from the countess, described their last days in Moscow, their departure, the fire, and the destruction of all their property.
As he sat bending greedily over it, helping himself to large spoonfuls and chewing one after another, his face was lit up by the fire and the soldiers looked at him in silence.
He jabbed at the fire a few times.
There were no balls of fire to be seen now.
Some of the Mangaboos fell down and had to be dragged from the fire, and all were so withered that it would be necessary to plant them at once.
It was a total mystery to her why Len and Howard couldn't light a fire in her the way Yancey did.
Could you start a fire, honey?
Coming out onto a field under the enemy's fire, this brave general went straight ahead, leading his men under fire, without considering in his agitation whether going into action now, with a single division, would be of any use or no.
And his division remained under fire for some time quite uselessly.
To lead men forward under fire more discipline (obtainable only by movement in masses) is needed than is needed to resist attacks.
Fritz plucked a stick from the fire and lit his cigarette.
That deluge of fire was worth seeing.
The people for miles around were roused as though a fire were raging.
There was a terrible fire Thursday.
Alpatych, I'll set the place on fire myself.
Houses are set on fire in your presence and you stand by!
I tell you once for all, my dear fellow," said he, "into the fire with all such things!
She poured sand over the fire and waited long enough to make it appear she had given his invitation consideration.
The scene was defined by a cluster of police cars and fire engines bathed in rotating lights.
His body was on fire again, and sweat trickled down his face.
The woodman stirred the fire until the flames leaped high and the sparks flew out of the roof hole.
One day I happened to spill water on my apron, and I spread it out to dry before the fire which was flickering on the sitting-room hearth.
Into the stove... into the fire with it!
Off to one side was an old fire ring but no buildings or people.
"You're playing with fire, woman," he warned.
He looked at the fire on the hearth.
When it stormed before my bread was baked, I fixed a few boards over the fire, and sat under them to watch my loaf, and passed some pleasant hours in that way.
Together with Tushin, stepping across the bodies and under a terrible fire from the French, he attended to the removal of the guns.
The rifle fire abated and the ground shook with the drumming of hooves.
For the first time, Cassie realized what a target they had been around the fire at night.
An hour later she found herself staring vacantly into the fire again.
The fire, fanned by the breeze, was rapidly spreading.
Over there, where the shouting came from, a fire flared up and went out again, then another, and all along the French line on the hill fires flared up and the shouting grew louder and louder.
A kid who stole matches so he could light spiders on fire and watch how far they ran.
He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.
Yully recognized the fire in the back of his gaze and retreated.
A fire was kindled at the bottom of a deep hole in the ground, big sticks were laid crosswise at the top, and meat was hung from them and turned on spits.
She wanted to know who made fire under the ground, and if it was like the fire in stoves, and if it burned the roots of plants and trees.
The stove not only took up room and scented the house, but it concealed the fire, and I felt as if I had lost a companion.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
Moscow was set on fire by the soldiers' pipes, kitchens, and campfires, and by the carelessness of enemy soldiers occupying houses they did not own.
In one corner a piano perched silently, and the embers of a fire still cast a faint glow from a massive fireplace.
Yully moved towards him and dragged his fevered body close to the fire again.
She glanced at Bordeaux, who was squatting near the fire, putting his breakfast away.
For decades, teams of three hardy fools had tried to knock each other senseless with high pressure fire hoses, while the spectators tried to escape the cross fire.
Maybe I'll get to fire Lydia Larkin.
Her words were a bucket of water on a fire, so quickly they extinguished the blazing tempers.
Next to the opening was a blackened fire ring with two large boulders on either side.
With Fred's approval, he dashed up to the old man's room to fire up his computer and do so.
"Remember the fire ring?" he continued.
Someone had a campfire and it looked as if the door on the mine was used for fire wood.
"Best we could do on short notice," Fred yelled over the wailing blast of the fire engine's siren ahead of them.
One of the fire trucks, a few positions ahead of Dean, periodically let go with a squirt to the screech and scream of the victims.
By this definition the term sacrifice is extended to cover the inanimate offering which is consumed by fire, broken or otherwise rendered useless for the purpose of human life.
After a rite intended to secure its perfect ceremonial purity, a part of the victim, the vapa, was removed, held over the fire and finally cast into it.
As my driver prophesied when I was plowing, they warmed me twice--once while I was splitting them, and again when they were on the fire, so that no fuel could give out more heat.
It is interesting to remember how much of this food for fire is still concealed in the bowels of the earth.
But commonly I kindled my fire with the dry leaves of the forest, which I had stored up in my shed before the snow came.
I sometimes left a good fire when I went to take a walk in a winter afternoon; and when I returned, three or four hours afterward, it would be still alive and glowing.
The next winter I used a small cooking-stove for economy, since I did not own the forest; but it did not keep fire so well as the open fireplace.
The squadron crossed the bridge and drew out of range of fire without having lost a single man.
No one had taken any notice, for everyone knew the sensation which the cadet under fire for the first time had experienced.
Bring us nice news of a victory by the Archduke Karl or Ferdinand (one archduke's as good as another, as you know) and even if it is only over a fire brigade of Bonaparte's, that will be another story and we'll fire off some cannon!
In the center Tushin's forgotten battery, which had managed to set fire to the Schon Grabern village, delayed the French advance.
He kept closing his eyes and then again looking at the fire, which seemed to him dazzlingly red, and at the feeble, round-shouldered figure of Tushin who was sitting cross-legged like a Turk beside him.
An infantryman came to the fire, squatted on his heels, held his hands to the blaze, and turned away his face.
Thanks for the fire--we'll return it with interest, said he, carrying away into the darkness a glowing stick.
When I saw, your excellency, that their first battalion was disorganized, I stopped in the road and thought: 'I'll let them come on and will meet them with the fire of the whole battalion'--and that's what I did.
"My God, how happy I should be if he ordered me to leap into the fire this instant!" thought Rostov.
Having by a great effort got away to the left from that flood of men, Kutuzov, with his suite diminished by more than half, rode toward a sound of artillery fire near by.
Having passed the Guards and traversed an empty space, Rostov, to avoid again getting in front of the first line as he had done when the Horse Guards charged, followed the line of reserves, going far round the place where the hottest musket fire and cannonade were heard.
Sometimes he remembered how he had heard that soldiers in war when entrenched under the enemy's fire, if they have nothing to do, try hard to find some occupation the more easily to bear the danger.
The stormcloud had come upon them, and in every face the fire which Pierre had watched kindle burned up brightly.
"If you were counting on the evening soup, you have come too late," said a voice from behind the fire with a repressed laugh.
The fire destroyed everything else, Toni said.
She tossed it into the fire, marveling at the tiny explosion of pink and green flames.
She struck fire with the third match and tossed it into the stove.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
Finally Miss Keller told him to "fire both barrels."
But I could no longer sit and look into the fire, and the pertinent words of a poet recurred to me with new force.
"I don't myself know 'to who,'" replied the cornet in a serious tone, "but the prince told me to 'go and tell the colonel that the hussars must return quickly and fire the bridge.'"
Will they get there and fire the bridge or will the French get within grapeshot range and wipe them out?
The French, who had ceased firing at this field strewn with dead and wounded where there was no one left to fire at, on seeing an adjutant riding over it trained a gun on him and fired several shots.
The walls were all on fire and the back wall had fallen in, the wooden roof was collapsing, and the rafters were alight.
The fire died down for a moment and wreaths of black smoke rolled from under the roof.
At dawn the two new batteries established during the night on the plain occupied by the Prince d'Eckmuhl will open fire on the opposing batteries of the enemy.
In the disposition it is said first that the batteries placed on the spot chosen by Napoleon, with the guns of Pernetti and Fouche; which were to come in line with them, 102 guns in all, were to open fire and shower shells on the Russian fleches and redoubts.
Pierre did not look out at the battlefield and was not concerned to know what was happening there; he was entirely absorbed in watching this fire which burned ever more brightly and which he felt was flaming up in the same way in his own soul.
Pete usually had a fire going by the time she was ready to fix breakfast.
Fritz snatched the cigarette from his mouth and stepped away from the fire, glancing around nervously into the darkness.
"Probably the Gargoyles are still busy trying to put out the fire," returned the Wizard.
The king sat down by the fire, and the woman hurried to get things ready for supper.
The singing in the kitchen was ended, the fire had burned low, and each man had gone to his place.
At length, in the war of 1812, her dwelling was set on fire by English soldiers, prisoners on parole, when she was away, and her cat and dog and hens were all burned up together.
Fritz tossed the rest of his coffee at the fire and stood.
To the left of the house on the Pokrovka a fire glowed--the first of those that were beginning in Moscow.
There was nothing terrible in the one small, distant fire in the immense city.
Gazing at the high starry sky, at the moon, at the comet, and at the glow from the fire, Pierre experienced a joyful emotion.
The glow of the first fire that began on the second of September was watched from the various roads by the fugitive Muscovites and by the retreating troops, with many different feelings.
I've got a fire going for you.
No, he didn't fire me, but I can't stay here any more.
Once the fire of passion was gone, it was embarrassing.
She gazed down at him as he knelt beside the fire.
He grabbed her wrist, his eyes flashing fire.
His eyes were like burning balls of fire.
His eyes were full of fire.
With a final glance at the approaching figures, she dropped from the wagon seat and sauntered over to join the men at the cook fire.
The big German accepted a cup of coffee from Davis and squatted beside Royce at the fire.
She shrugged and glanced at Bordeaux, who was approaching the fire.
It was a hot evening and they were well back from the fire.
Cassie kicked sand over the fire.
Davis turned his cup up side down on the rock, but he didn't leave the fire.
She stirred the pot of stew and stepped away from the fire.
He squatted beside the fire.
Jenn met his gaze, and he looked again towards the fire.
She fingered the coin around her neck as she lay before the fire.
She maneuvered him into the house, almost dropping him in front of the fire.
His energy rippled through her, making her gasp at the intensity of the touch that lit her blood on fire.
Her father touched her arm, and fire tore through her.
Jenn had wanted to shoot him since meeting him, and she opened fire.
Her words lit his blood on fire, and he eased her back against the couch, their magics swirling around them.
Her hair glowed as if it were on fire, and she floated, her slender form clad in simple leggings and a tunic.
He stood before the low-burning fire, golden eyes swirling as he thought quickly.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
His touch sent a tremor of fire through her, and she was embarrassed to feel her hormones stir.
The window to a balcony was open, allowing in a cool night breeze that made the fire in the hearth dance.
She looked toward the fire.
Fire formed in her stomach, racing through her.
Yet the sensation of fire creeping through her remained.
She closed her eyes, body on fire as she drank from him while imagining what his mouth could do to the rest of her body.
Sofia glared at him, her embarrassment deepening at the look the men around the fire gave her.
The growing night chill had driven Linda into Lon's arms, and she relaxed near the fire.
They ignored her, and she rested her head on the back of the chair, their low talk and the warmth of the fire lulling her into another trance.
Damian dropped to the floor with a roar, his eyes blurring as more fire and liquid tore through him.
Several cars were on fire, and black smoke spiraled toward the sky.
Fire lit up half her face, and she tasted blood in her mouth.
He snatched her as she passed, but not before she heard a shot and felt fire burn through her.
Damian's suite was lit only by a blazing fire in the hearth.
Damian waved her in without looking at her, his eyes reflecting the fire.
"I sense a reassignment," Dustin said, gaze going to the fire.
Her room was made of black stone and quiet with no sounds except the crackle of fire.
One did on the mantle above the fire.
A line of cool fire remained.
Deidre found herself leaning into his solid frame without resistance, entranced by the combination of his hot, hard body and cool fire on her swimming senses.
Unable to exit the dream fully, Deidre had no concept of how long they stood before the black flames of the fire.
It was almost the fire of desire, yet too raw.
The light of the black fire was too dim for her to see much more than the outline of his form.
The fire flared brighter, lighting up his body.
Fire her as soon as you're elected sheriff.
She looked up, somehow seeming small in spite of her height, but there was fire in her eyes.
I saw you—when he left your place The fire in Lydia Larkin's eyes cooled appreciably.
Then she added, Every volunteer fire buck and EMT has a noise on his wheels.
You'd probably fire my ass the first day on the job.
She turned abruptly and asked, fire in her eyes, "What did you say to him about Billy's death?"
I wouldn't tell that ninny if his shoes were on fire and he was standing at a leaky gas pump.
Paul was about to fire him, and perhaps more.
Did you fire your gun?
The fire returned to her eyes momentarily.
Self-defense. I figured when you won, you'd fire me.
After you beat me and win the election, there's no way you can fire me.
"Go out the back!" he shouted to them as the fire grew.
The group lingered, peering into the store to watch the fire and the clerk.
Fire flashed in his eyes.
She glared at him, the blue fire in her eyes stirring his blood.
Nearly caused a fire.
What did you do, Gabriel? she demanded at last, the fire flaring in her eyes once more.
Her body was on fire, her hands shaking, her thoughts so scattered, she wasn't able to think.
I'll make sure Deidre hasn't set the place on fire yet.
It wasn't like in the old house, where she would have slept cold, got up to a colder house and had to start a fire in an old stove, then wait an hour until she could no longer see her breath.
Long after the fire burned down, she stared at the ashes, tears coursing down her cheeks.
What lit that fire of passion wasn't the romancing – or at least if it did, romance wore a different face for her.
Probably to be thrown into a lake of fire.
A charge of fire tore through her, and Deidre's eyes flew open.
My parents died in a house fire when I was eighteen.
His tone was controlled, his features calm, his eyes the only indication of the fire in his blood.
Cold fire shot through her.
Instead of a third drink, a flash of cold fire was forced through the fangs into her body.
Deidre paced to the fire.
She swiped the hand away, blinking to clear her gaze as she stared into a fire.
Her move toward the fire was reflected in a small mirror behind the desk in front of which he stood.
He perched on the edge of the desk, the fire casting shadows across his perfect, chiseled features.
The pain in his chest couldn't equate with the pain and distress shooting through him like cold fire.
She watched in fascination, not understanding what it was until a floor several below hers exploded into flying stone and fire.
Another boom, and the edges of the door lit up and spit fire as the rocket exploded in Andre's apartment.
He'd forgotten what color real fire was, but he found himself thinking it was orange, like the fruit in the basket on Sasha's desk.
Sasha was staring into the fire, pensive.
The whole top of the building --where the hostel was housed --was on fire.
She didn't look up as they walked through a comfortable living room with several guests talking loudly about the fire.
"You spit fire one moment and submit the next," he said, his voice thick with need.
His gaze turned from amber to fire, and she wondered if she'd pushed him too far.
Her gaze settled on Jade, whose dark eyes still held the fire of danger.
"And you wonder why I want out of this world?" she snapped, fire lighting up her features.
The fire had died down, and someone had turned off the light to her bathroom, rendering the room completely dark.
Her blood was already on fire from their bodies being pressed together, and heat pooled in the base of her belly.
Fire slid through his body as he contorted and changed shapes.
The smiled faded from his half-brother.s face, and Sasha.s gaze went to the fire.
Sasha still stared into the fire.
He set his glass down and looked again at Sasha, who had yet to glance away from the fire.
Katie was huddled in a blanket before the fire, and what looked like a healer curled on the bed.
He gazed into the black flames of the fire in the hearth.
She struggled into a sitting position, her neck achy from her spot sleeping on the floor before the fire.
"That makes two of us," Sasha said and rose from his seat beside the fire.
Hannah stood close to her, and Katie stared at the door, willing their fire to keep the demons at bay.
The fire was lower but still burning.
A blue planet, two thrones, a hacienda-style dwelling, an older man and woman, fire in the sky, a red planet, war.
Except he hadn't planned on stoking the fire with Kisolm for what would certainly end in another war.
If he channeled that fire, he might find he liked her defiant passion.
A fire blazed away in the cozy room.
He rose and crossed to the fireplace and began to bank the fire as the hall clock struck eleven times.
Dean remained in the room long enough to turn out the parlor lights and finish banking the fire.
Riding in a police car is the next best thing to a fire engine.
Dean started a fire for the returning guests but then joined his wife and stepfather in the kitchen.
At other moments, I am as distressed as the sinner that I am, being dragged to hell's fire beyond.
I read a passage in a novel last evening as I sat by the fire, trying to wile away these idle hours.
It had something to do with Bird Song and I think she was afraid you'd fire her.
The others followed and the trio went back inside where Dean began building a fire.
The fire ebbed to glowing coals in the silent old building and she snuggled against him.
She appeared to be in her early thirties, had chestnut brown hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders with thin streaks of what looked like fire running through it.
Both her scent and the fire running though her hair were unmistakable.
Virtually every car he owned confirmed he was a 'player'. The Lovebirds had started a fire and were sitting on the divan in front of it.
Jackson started a fire, stood staring into it for a few minutes then said, "I'm going up, goodnight kids."
Connor and Sarah were cuddling in front of the fire.
After dinner they sat in the drawing room, by the fire Jackson had started.
Fire can be good or evil, depending on where it comes from.
Rapid fire questions were leveled at Jackson.
The remaining two sat in front of the fire drinking port.
Jackson had started a fire and stood with his hands on the mantle, watching the flames.
The dairy was warm, a fire burning brightly in the home made wood stove.
Alex was here... and he knew how to light a fire.
Still, marrying Josh while another man was so capable of lighting her fire didn't seem fair - especially when Josh couldn't.
They clung to each other, molding their bodies as one until the raging fire of passion consumed her.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
The light around the doorframe went dark, and the three opened fire.
Sparks and blue fire erupted around the door until it glowed red.
In the near distance, beyond the other dilapidated buildings on the abandoned street, came the sound of small arms laser fire.
I'll give you a charge of— Fire tore through her, and she gasped, the pain nearly driving her unconscious before it ceased.
If what she said were true, the oasis around them was on fire.
Lana grew uneasy and watched the sky flare with rocket and laser fire from the battle at the Peak.
"Maybe I doubt you'll keep your word," he said, admiring the fire in her eyes.
She was responsive, hungry and yielding, a combination that lit his blood on fire.
More laser fire lit the area where Elise had gone.
If he were smart, he would have turned around and walked out until Benny beat the fire out of his body.
Stepping onto the ledge outside, Lana heard the sounds of gun and laser fire too close for her comfort, along with the beat of helicopters in the dark skies.
Lights from lasers and muzzle fire spotted the forest below them before they reached an urban area, mostly dark with several patches of electricity.
She heard disconcerting sounds of heavy weapons fire in the distance, and the forest smelled as if it were burning.
Can you fire a weapon?
The sun sat low on the horizon, and the morning air was still and filled with the scent of fire and death.
Laser fire chased them across the sky, and he gripped the edge of the open bay tightly, not wanting another fall from the sky.
The helo left them at Texarkana, the southernmost point on their map, before missile fire from the other side of the river erupted.
The missile fire stopped when the helo retreated.
We even had to learn to start fire from scratch.
She sat back, comfortable with the warmth of the fire.
I set up my micro to draw their fire.
Brady, you can't cross with the missile fire!
Brady set his micro to track any laser fire before pulling his mask over his face.
The micro warned him of incoming fire, sending the visuals to the implant in his brain.
The sats would be on backup power right now, eliminating her chance of communicating without drawing the fire of the missiles.
Lana stood and moved to the far side of the rocks, facing the area where the missile fire fell.
Laser fire sounded as his other guard whirled and fired on Brady.
It was still dark, and the moons of the underworld hadn't moved far across the sky. He sat, uneasy with the dream exchange with Death. A small fire burned between him and Katie, whose pale features and shadowed eyes were showing the effects of both her pregnancy and the toll the underworld took on mortals.
Rhyn focused the little bit of magic he had remaining on the wood. Fire sprang up. With it, Rhyn felt a stitch of the seam binding his power snap.
The place where Katie touched him in his dream stung. Rhyn moved out of the drizzle, close to the fire, and peeled off his shirt. There was a welt resembling a bee sting where she'd touched him.
The angel was still shivering despite the fire. He needed dry clothes and probably, human food. There was one place where Rhyn could find them.
The forest was growing dark when he reached the tree to find the angel sitting in front of a dead fire, shaking with cold.
You couldn't add wood to the fire?
Rhyn started the fire again and sat beside Toby. He handed him the bag of clothing and food. Toby withdrew the clothing skeptically.
"But I'm not done –" Rhyn snatched the open can of food and flung it into the forest. Toby stared at him then took his pink coat and crawled deeper into the little cave. Rhyn stretched out on his back next to the fire, his mind puzzling over the angel's words. However much he tried to focus on what it was Death had agreed to, he couldn't escape his mixed emotions or one errant thought.
Rhyn was alone on the island sanctuary in his dreams and awoke to the feeling that his magic had slipped even more from its binding. His body was hot from the inside out despite the cold rain falling in the forest. The fire had died overnight. He pushed the waterproof cloak off him.
Gabriel glanced at her and straightened. He handed her more food and water cubes then motioned for her to seat herself by the fire.
The assassin shook his head and crouched near her, warming his hands by the fire.
Katie looked at him, expecting him to be joking. He didn't seem to be. She finally allowed herself to admit something about the man helping to save her life: He was acting really strange. Katie stretched out by the fire, exhausted.
Katie almost protested his abrupt dismissal then rolled so her back was to the fire. Something was really off about Gabe. She fingered the gems on the new necklace.
She'd never seen anything like it, a combination of power, agility and fire.
Magic shot through him, burning like fire. Kris gasped. Another blast, and he fell to the ground. His body roiled with the demon magic, convulsing until the blow faded. He felt himself hauled up by his neck and thrust onto the ground again. His vision blurry, Kris could only see Hannah's beautiful blond hair. Sorrow replaced anger, and he reached out, touching the soft wheat curls.
You could ask Arthur yourself if he were here, but he's out on Fire Island with his latest bimboy and all their little friends.
She turned and looked at him, fire in her eyes.
She turned to him with fire in her eyes.
Carmen kept a fire burning in the fireplace and slept in the living room.
She turned the fire off and poured a little water into the cast-iron skillet to keep it from sticking.
As she replaced the lid, the fire alarm went off.
She melted in his arms, consumed by the raging fire of emotion his embrace never failed to ignite.
She clamped a lid on her temper and turned the fire down to simmer.
Half the orchard was on fire while the other half rained delicate pink-white blooms from the apple trees.
Fire still raged at one end of the orchard, filling the air above the trees with black smoke.
His touch sent fire through her, and she shivered at the sensation.
The last time she saw it, it was on fire.
He continued to gaze at her, his eyes showing the same fire Darian's had when he returned from killing Others.
Darian's scent and touch overwhelmed her while his hot kisses set fire to a desire stronger than any she'd ever experienced.
Her hands were shaking and her body on fire with something she'd never felt before.
She felt his magic swell around him, the fire in his gaze sizzling through her blood.
The contact of their skin was causing a raging fire within him.
Fire blazed through her as Bianca snatched her leg.
Bianca dropped to her knees beside her, and her cold healing fire tore through Jenn.
Her blue eyes flashed with familiar fire, fire that used to make his blood hot for her.
Yully's hair blazed like a fire, her skin as pale as the obelisk.
The blast was short but sucked her magic and left her feeling as if her insides were on fire.
Fire and ice ripped through her, sucking the air from her lungs.
What the fire didn't incinerate, the electrified clouds would.
The fire wasn't far behind her, while the clouds had reached the tops of what trees were still standing.
The tree was on fire but still standing.
Struck by the familiarity of the scene, she paused as the fire reached the top of the hill.
The last time she'd seen the orchard, it'd been on fire.
White fire spewed from the ground upward, towards the sky.
The glow of fire made him squint as they neared the field.
He nodded as if expecting the response and seated himself at a small table near the fire.
Fire and need tore through Taran.
The fire provided the only light in the large, airy chamber, its glow and shadows flickering across the room.
The fire mesmerized him as he thought.
Taran threw himself onto his back in front of the fire, exhausted.
His gaze lingered on the fire.
Fire exploded in her gullet as an arrow pierced her from behind.
She looked from it to the fire, then tossed it.
Dark memories lingered like smoke after a fire.
A different kind of fire arose within him.
His eyes flashed fire.
Rob's eyes flashed fire, but his tone was cold.
We're building a fire pit here for a campsite.
Without another word, he began shoveling dirt around the outside base of the fire pit.
The black remains of a fire indicated that people did more than swim.
She flinched and moved away from the window to put the pot over a fire on the range.
Shut that fire off and get under the table.
Placing some eggs into a saucepan she ran enough water to cover them and placed them over a fire on the stove.
I'll bet it's beautiful in the spring, and I can imagine Christmas here with a big tree over there and a roaring fire in the fireplace...
The one-room shack was neat, with pallets on one side, a fire at its center, a small area to prepare food and crates lining one wall that acted both as storage and seating.
He made a fire and prepared her nightly soup.
His mother's body was as cold as the extinguished fire.
A fire was in her eyes, the cold smile on her face again.
The spark of fire in the rough ruby was enough to draw Xander from his musings.
Hot fire flew threw her.
Fire shot through her, and the world around her warped and changed like in a dream.
Fire flashed in the teen's gaze.
Had he decided to fire her?
"You're about to fire me, aren't you?" she asked as he continued to glare at her silently.
If you don't fire me, I might just quit.
I'll wait to fire you until I figure out why you're working for me in the first place.
Agitated by him and the fire he caused, she was also awed by how small and delicate his muscular frame made her feel.
Jessi's hands shook from the fire in her blood.
Do it, and I fire you.
He nipped her neck, and she gasped, yearning and fire tearing through her.
That stopped whatever fire she was about to direct his way.
Her body caught on fire just thinking about it.
"No," she said, a flash of her fire back.
She was okay, if she was spitting fire at him.
With astonishing agility, the Grey God outmaneuvered lightening, weaving through the bursts of purple fire in a lethal dance.
By Darian's occasional laugh and the hungry