“Now, let’s talk, Tom Napalm Peaks, you liar, you criminal freak,” Dekka said.

  She raised her hands, palm out, opened her mouth, and shrieked.

  Instantly Napalm’s volcanic rock shell began to come apart, flakes of stone rained down like hail, and Napalm bellowed in outrage. He opened his mouth and ejected a mass of lava. Dekka’s shredding lacerated the molten rock, sent drops in every direction, but too much got through. A glob of liquid fire attached to Dekka’s forearm, another to her belly. She backed away, batting at the fire, but it stuck to her claws now, and even her higher pain threshold did little to lessen the excruciating, imperative, panic-inducing agony of burning alive.

Monster, Chapter 23