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“Primarily, Fyrian decided to occupy himself in the collection of flowers for the baby, a process hindered by his occasional hiccups and sneezes, each with its requisite dollops of flame, and each reducing his flowers to ashes. But he hardly noticed.”
― Kelly Barnhill, The Girl Who Drank the Moon

“She didn’t know what its story was or what kind of storm lay hidden inside of it. She only knew it needed a friend as badly as she did.”
― A.J. Sky, Firestorm