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“Standing under the shelter of a cedar tree, I stared at the fire crackling as it burned through the fallen logs and twigs that…

— Susan L. Marshall

“I took the long way back, past the swaying lights of the harbor, the air heavy with brine and with chimney smoke from a…

— Ransom Riggs

“Things stood still, not a leaf trembled on the branches, while the sky slowly lost its color and became an expanse that looked like…

— Ayn Rand

“When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he felt nothing…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold…

— Cormac McCarthy

“I smiled as the wind swept over me, stinging my cheeks and chilling my nose. I felt the cold creeping between my toes in…

— Robert J. Crane

“All of them...were little lights; sparks flying upward in dark places, trying to stay alight though they were compelled toward ash. They were nearly…

— Ayana Mathis

“They fluttered and rustled ceaselessly through the air from all the tree-tops and branches. A delicate silvery sound was falling constantly to earth. It…

— Felix Salten

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”

— Sara Pascoe

“And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, Through the tranquil air of morning, First a single line of darkness, Then a denser, bluer vapor, Then…

— Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLongfellow

“The ridge sloped nice and easy down to the flat and I kept that smoke in eye-line. It went out a’ my way, few…

— Beth Lewis

“And when the leaves return, and their whisperings fill the night, they'll freeze and burn, where fire and ice collide”

— Owl City