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. He scrambled out of reach, dashed his foot
against one of the tumbled stones of the fire ring, and crashed to
his knees. As his hand hit the ground to brace for an upward thrust
to turn and defend again, burning coals stabbed his palm.
"Flint! Fire!"
"Fire," the dwarf snarled. "I KNOW it's fire-"
Tanis stood between Riana and the leader of the phantom
attackers, his sword useless as a defense. Suddenly Flint
understood what he meant, and knew what was wanted to fend off
these ghostly warriors.
Moving quickly, not daring to look behind to see if the creature
he had just escaped was moving to renew the attack, Flint grabbed
for the largest pieces of wood that still bore traces of the night's
fire. Heedless of their burning teeth, he swept them together into
the broken fire ring. He snatched up the scattered kindling from
their carefully gathered pile, and heaping it onto the smouldering
embers and coals, forced himself to gather more than the shallow
breaths of fear necessary to fan the sparks into flame.
"Flint!"
"I'm trying, I'm TRYINGI" Two of the phantom warriors
converged on the dwarf, one from the left and one from the right.
Ice was at his back. The wind howled above his head with the
threat of fury and a grisly death. And the thing that reached for
Tanis was about to lay its blood-freezing hand on his neck.
Riana screamed. It might have been the signal for light.
Flames leaped high, whirling and licking at the brittle kindling,
snapping loud on the night air
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