He added a branch to the fire, watched the flames eat across the dry leaves.

The flames rolled out of the warehouse and ate him.

A moment to think,how pretty, then the flames ate over him and his skin crawled with fire.

The flames were shooting high up from the roof, now, and eating their way down.

No more red trails across the water, the flames had eaten those into nothingness.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, the three of them watched the flames eat everything.

He knew what to expect finally when the flame ate incandescently at the hard rock.

The flames inside the saloon were eating at the floor now, and creeping along the bar.

Still, when the flame actually eats through that door, I think you'll find it easier.

The flames were eating her feet when he left.