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- The gout of fire cleared his mouth.
- Then, like a buzz being slowed down so that it was just barely understandable, he heard, “No. Fire. Gas!”
- By the time she’d spoken, and he’d deciphered and begun to puzzle it out, it was done: hundreds of gallons of napalm were already cascading and spreading down the pavement.
- Out of the corner of his eye he saw a baby snatched from his mother’s arms. The baby seemed to fly through the air at running speed, carried away by someone or some force he could not see.
- Ah, that would be Cruz, he thought.
- Shade leaped from his shoulder, a blur.
- The magma rolled forward.
- Gas? Gas?
- “No,” Peaks whispered as the enormity of his error flashed through his brain. “NO!”
- Hundreds of gallons of gasoline, some on the sidewalk, some on the street, and far too much in the hair, clothing, and skin of a thousand helpless people, ignited.
- Villain, Chapter 27
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