Where Kitsune Wait (Chapter 7)
The snow melts quickly thanks to the hearth's flames and saki using a blue flame at the tip of two of her tails, but the water doesn't begin to boil for a long time.
The Satyr's Trade
In short order, dubh had a fire going over a hearth that held a large iron pot. if they hadn't promised to feed him, kethov would have thought that the tales of people being dragged off and eaten were true.
The Norvogariam Records, Part Three: A Man and His Dog
Once his clothes are discarded onto the bed, colson picks up a glass vile from the side table and walks back over towards the hearth.
The Last Medallion - Chapter 1 - Winters End
Working together, the table lurched across their small home, close enough to the hearth that it may have started to smolder if his father hadn't done such a bad job constructing the fire.
Tears of an Unquiet Sleeper
Another silence fell, broken only by the crackling of the fire in the makeshift hearth and the occasional sigh of the wind. luna's voice eventually said, "you lost several from your byre, didn't you, swiftsure." "ma'am."
17th December
They rushed into the kitchen that was, thanks to the fire on the hearth, warm and comfortable. "why are all the windows open?" asked mia and sarah chuckled. "you might be out of heat but the house still reeked of both of you.
Old Friends
There were no more than half a dozen people here, a human couple by the hearth warming themselves. they looked cold and hungry both and ill equipped to pay for food.
Dragon Hope: Chapter 2: Journey Have Begin
"hm...what did it mean by dragon knight by pure hearth? and there are missing word" then he looks at loria and says "do you know what it mean any chance or any legend?" he looks at loria. "i have no idea.
Wolf River - Chapter 8
Her gift lay in her palm, gleaming like a pool of liquid fire in the light from the hearth and she stared at in it awe. her father smiled at her and lifted the necklace from her paw.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 60
The shadows darkened as the coals in the hearth started to die one by one. the cold would be here soon. banno turned his back on this whole, miserable, _waste_ of an experience and focussed his attention where it was truly needed instead.
~ In Perpetual Silence ~
He never answered. \* ### chapter eight: a whisper before the hearth the fire crackled low. lysander’s breath still came ragged from their union, sweat cooling on his skin.
Dance of Masks
My guide lead me to a small antechamber, and bade me to wait with a series of sharp chimes and a nod towards an armchair next to a cold hearth. a painting of a stern countenanced man of middle years and in formal dress hung over the hearth.