“Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.”
“That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.”
“His smile is like the sun rising huge and bright over the Siera Sangre.”
“If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.”
“How did people manage before there were flashlights?" Chen asked."With torches, wood wrapped with butter-soaked felt. They were as bright as these, and the wolves were scared to death of them. If one came at you, you could burn it's fur.”