Then his form was no more, and the flames grew lower, nearer the ground.

He just smiled, and the flame grew into a ball the size of an orange.

The flame grew instantly to a mounting line of fire.

Slowly the flame grew, and the glimmer began to spread.

As the flame grew higher he peered down into the hole.

But now, just when so many expected the darkness to fall, the flame has grown bright.

The flames were growing longer, threatening to reach down and lap up the water at any moment.

A red flame grew in the depths of the pit, within the black water.

The flame of hope inside her grew a little stronger.

Angel's mouth felt dry and the flames of fear grew in his belly.