“In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams”
“The word is a flame burning in a dark glass.”
“Then the violet coffin moved again and went in feet first. And behold! The feet burst miraculously into streaming ribbons of garnet coloured lovely flame, smokeless and eager, like pentecostal tongues, and as the whole coffin passed in it sprang into flame all over; and my mother became that beautiful fire.”
“you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
“Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?”
“But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!”