The fires of Sharra had singed him, too.

The fire scattered and singed the fur cuff of her coat.

Who knows, perhaps the fire barely singed the masts, then died out on that windless day.

No battle touched her shores, no fire singed her sky.

The fire singed his tail again.

And no one knows how it will go: the atmosphere itself could catch fire, scorching the planet, singeing the blue from the sky.

A hot wind knocked him senseless and red fire singed his fur.

Nnnnnnnnnn -Roland grunted a cry as he felt the fire singe him.

The fire only singed the bark of the trees before we put it out.