The candle flared to life, leaving stars dancing across my night vision.

The second turned but did not take three steps before another white candle flared in the darkness.

The candle flared a brilliant green and then went out.

The candle flared and I shielded it with my hand.

The candles flared, as if in a draught from a door to elsewhere.

The candle flared suddenly higher, dazzling him for a moment.

The candle fell to the floor, flared for an instant and then extinguished itself.

The rhythm became stronger, and the candle suddenly flared before me.

Even as she saw him, candles at the head and foot of his resting place flared high.

He called Fire and the candles on either side of the mirror flared to life.