She smelled fire, heard the air hissing away into space.

Something was burning, and it didn't smell like a hearth fire or a forge.

Another explosion jolts the plane, and Yossarian smells fire.

We'd reached the bottom of the stairs, and we could smell fire in the air.

He smelled smoke and fire and the chemical spray of the fire-suppressor systems.

She smelled the night, the ash and fire and heat.

Nicole smelled fire and sensed they were needed somewhere else.

She used to crawl around and sniff the electrical sockets to see if she could smell fire.

"I smell fire," Bartola whispered suddenly, her face wet at once with tears.

But now I smell oil and fire.