Kayriis felt the blazing heat of his flesh, but there was no pain, not even when the flames washed over her.

The motionless, silver flame washed higher, till, like a great fountain, it spilled over and fell in soft-glowing stars of light about them.

Within the space of a breath the blue-and-yellow flames washed over the gar, enveloping it, surging through it.

The swordlike flame washed briefly over the nearer edge.

It jetted orange-white flame at him and flapped its tiny bat-like wings in fury when the flame washed harmlessly across the glass.

They stood no chance of survival: the flames just washed them away.

The demon breathed its fire once more, and again the flames washed over the knight-errant.

Before she floated into black nothingness, she felt hot flame wash her face.

I pulled myself loose and rolled out, clawing frantically with my hands as the flames washed over me.

The light waxed and waned, here, as the monster breathed and the flames washed out of his mouth.