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Still, they felt like lead, but I could move them. Opening my eyes slowly, I see Remy sleeping on the chair next to me with his head and half his torso on the bed. I want to run my fingers through his hair so badly. To touch him, to let him know I’m awake. Looking at my hand, I’m stunned to see that I do not have any burn marks, none. But the flames licking at my body felt so real, it was agonizingly painful. I kept looking at my hands, fingers, arms, nothing. Not one blister, no blackened skin. How was this possible?

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

Bennie said to him "Alright.You have fifteen minutes before coach gets here. Enlighten me on what is wrong with me" he said with a smile. "As I was saying, I did some reading and I came across something called the burning flame pack in one of the books in the library. I decided to read some more on that and I abandoned the moon curse for..." "You abandoned our group project that is due in three days?" Alexander said with surprise.

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The paper curled the moment it kissed the flame. Scarlet didn’t hesitate. She pressed the notebook harder into the candlelight, watching as the edges blackened, the ink blistering and fading into nothing. The words she’d bled onto those pages...plans, filth, fear, secrets...warped and vanished in a hiss. Ronan was still struggling with his shirt, fabric caught over his head like a damn blindfold. She tossed the burning book into the fireplace. And screamed.

A fire is crackling there, fighting the damp chill of the sea air. I throw the box in. It lands on the logs. The white cardboard begins to brown. The tissue paper curls. Then the lace catches. It doesn't burn like normal fabric. It flares. Green and blue flames lick up the chimney. The smell of burning chemicals fills the room, sharp and acrid, choking out the smell of old books. Ciro coughs, covering his mouth with his arm. I don't move. I watch it burn. I watch the white turn to black ash.

I held that nozzle down and kept the flame there and didn’t stop until I’d coated him head to toe with flames that looked like the purest, cleanest things I’d ever seen. The man in yellow, painted in vibrant shades of red and orange, stood there and burned. No screams of rage or pain, no thrashing or wailing. He just stood there, on that stage, burning. When the flames touched that book, it exploded. No shit. It leaped into flame and exploded. For a moment its flames looked bright green, as if something foul and poisonous was burning.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

The scientists predicted that the temperature would soon soar to 113 degrees Fahrenheit, the maximum heat humans could endure. My family received the vital supplies I had already ordered via the Internet, but they chose to leave me gagged and bound on the balcony on the first day of the pyro-calypse.

this words were little but it sent heavy shivers down my spine. "Here we go, we have to find what's wrong with you? And secondly whatever is wrong with you would have to flushed out with this or burned out, which do you choose?"She explained as she had her eyes on the book that she was reading, I was a bit skeptical about the two methods she was going to use. "I don't know what's inside here so I agree to the fact that you're going to burn it out" I uttered having had enough liquid for the day.