“Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself”

“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”

“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.”

“When she awoke, the world was on fire.”

“It is an heretic that makes the fire,
Not she which burns in't.”

“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”

“The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.”

“She would grab whatever she could -a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to perserve. But time is most unforgivving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all.”

“Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she gritted. "The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?”

“He loved her with the fire of a thousand suns, she was his solace in the chaos, his redemption.”