In the dim light, the knife resembled a frozen flame.

A silver blade in the shape of a frozen flame sprouted from her hand as if by magic.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the silver blade shaped like a frozen flame.

Tapering soot scars, like frozen black flames, showed where the molotovs had hit.

In the lower city it was already blood-red with streamers of gold like enormous frozen flame.

It glowed orange in the night like a straight, frozen flame.

She was beautiful as a frozen flame from hell.

Rather I thought that the frozen flames were but a small manifestation visible to our world.

In the erratic flashing from the Christmas lights the knife resembled a frozen flame.

She'd pass through the sun and come out the other end encased in frozen flame.