The fire seared the skin on his arm before he yanked free.

He swallowed, the inside of his throat feeling as though fire had seared it.

When the pounding occasionally stopped, fire seared across his skull.

One good fire would sear their asses and clean 'em out.

He screamed as its baleful fire struck him and seared his face again.

The blue fire seared through the right arm, but the arm was unchanged.

He could not breathe as fire seared his lungs.

Fire seared his spine as she traced the path her eyes had taken with one sharp nail.

In the darkest corner of his mind, he could even hear them screaming as the fire seared the flesh from their bones.

Fire seared her skin, burning where his roughened palms touched.