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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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. That was all the time he had and it was
gone.
The fireball was an explosion of white and yellow light
half as big as a city block. It billowed out over the bonfire,
filled the entire clearing, framed the flying bodies of men at
its base for an instant before it swallowed them whole.
A solid blinding wall of superheated flame and air
reached for the goblin through the black branches and
leaves, incinerating the trees as it came. The flames found
him and burned the hair from his arms and face, set his rags
on fire, and roasted every scrap of skin that faced the
inferno. In agony, the goblin instinctively flung up his
hands to ward it off. There was no time to be truly afraid.
He had no time to react, except to move.
He turned and threw himself off the cliff. He fell
through space, bathed in firelight, the wind roaring for a
moment in his ears, the distant sloping ground rushing up
to meet him.
The ground slammed all of the air from his lungs when
he hit. He rolled in a crazy tangle of arms and legs down
the slope until he struck a tree with his back. He couldn't
breathe. A million thorns and sticks had torn his burned
skin. A flaming mass of leaves landed around him. He
forced himself to his knees without thinking at all
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