Fire

But I had to risk it.

So I simply wished . . . and it was done.

The candle flame grew brighter, caught, then raced up the web-strand directly towards the spider daemon.

For a second Raknid didn’t react. Perhaps he couldn’t believe what was happening . . .

The whole web went up in a whoosh of flame, yellow and orange, so bright that it hurt my eyes.

Raknid was burning too. He was burning and shrieking – so shrilly that it was like sharp needles being driven into my ears. His red fur was crisping to black.

Now he was falling. Falling like a meteorite plummeting to earth.

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