It flared inside me as if Belle's cold energy was some sort of fuel for my own cool fire.

Pleasure ran through him like cool fire, but he kept his elation to himself.

There were no lights in this darkness, but sudden hands of cool fire on his cheeks.

On either side of them, the cool blue fire burned bright.

It seemed to burn her fingers with a cool steady fire.

It was a being of pure light-of cool clear fire, without smoke.

His power crawled over my skin like cool fire.

The magic flared, sparked down my skin like cool fire.

It was the rush, the joy, the way the cool fire went through her like God's love.

At night it is a coruscating mirror of cool fire.