“...the liquor like fire in his hand”
“He placed his hand under hers gently and straightened her fingers. His touch felt like fire and ice and commanded her complete attention.”
“I take a swig from Milo’s flask and hand it back to him. He screws the top back on. He inherited the flash from his grandfather and stole the liquor from his mother. The circle of life.”
“Pouring out liquor is like burning books.”
“Would you say the shapeshifter was in distress?”“Hell yeah, he was in distress. His tail was on fire.”“He ran like his tail was on fire?”“No, his tail was on fire. Like a big, furry candle on his ass.”
“You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow”