Dragonfire

“Spurs!” Imbri sent in a dream like a blast of dragonfire. “Hotter than the breath of Baal, your thought! But I don’t use the spurs, once my steed is tame,” he argued.

With a roar of dragonfire something enormous blazed by overhead, as if the Moon itself were dropping onto us.

At the same time, it made me desperate to get to Ember. To get us all out of here and find someplace safe before the world exploded in a hellstorm of dragonfire.