A hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world… In autumn this great conflagration becomes especially manifest. Then the flame that is slowly and mysteriously consuming every green thing bursts into vivid radiance. Every blade of grass and… — Hugh Macmillan Copy Share Image
“Now the screams were awful to hear as men burned like candles all along the deck. Black smoke billowed over the sea. Argurios could not believe what he was watching. At least fifty helpless men were dying in agony. One… — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
