Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 13]

A mighty paw slammed forward, bringing down more of the wall as the very-real dragon Grimm struggled to fit its bulk into a room at least ten times too small for it.

[...]

Glancing back, I saw its jaw open and a spark of flame within it. "Shit!"

Fire rolled over my body. My clothing ignited and I fell to the floor mid-run, rolling to put it out. It wasn't a continuous stream like Cinder's had been, nor was it as hot, but then I didn't have full plate armour brought to several hundred degrees to counteract it either. I kept rolling as the flames died off, putting out those on me.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 13]