All I saw was the dancing flames of our small fire.

She leaned toward the dancing flames and made her vision soft.

His eyes looked into the dancing flames, and none could say what he saw there.

She looked into the dancing flames of the fire.

She was looking into the dancing flames, her eyes a mystery.

She looked up, saw Gaby's face beyond the dancing flames.

She had a blanket around her shoulders, and was staring into the dancing flames.

Roger sat quietly, watching the dancing flames and the wood beyond.

And this one was that shade a dancing flame might own.

She looked not at Hester, but into the dancing flames of the fire.