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    Here I Will Dance
    Here I Will Dance
    Here I Will Dance
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    Here I Will Dance

    By Stefon Mears

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    Born in a flash, before the thunder rolls. Born on a branch of redwood. So high. So far from sweet, sweet underbrush.

     

    Born a mere spark. Weak and flickering. The Enemy falling all around me. Falling from the sky…

     

    So begins the tale of a wildfire. Born from a flash of lightning. It must struggle against the falling rain in its battle for life. Its joyous dance of death.

     

    "Here I Will Dance" – an intense, imaginative fantasy short story told entirely from the viewpoint of a wildfire. From Stefon Mears, author of Cavan Oltblood series and the Rise of Magic series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThousand Faces Publishing
    Release dateApr 25, 2020
    ISBN9781393487302
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      Here I Will Dance

      Here I Will Dance

      Stefon Mears

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      Born in a flash, before the thunder rolls. Born on a branch of redwood. So high. So far from sweet, sweet underbrush.

      Born a mere spark. Weak and flickering. The Enemy falling all around me. Falling from the sky.

      But the Enemy falls slowly. Scattered droplets. No torrent. Not yet. One chance to be more than a spark. More than the flash that bore me.

      And so I catch.

      I stretch. Dried needle leaves pop and crackle as I spread up twigs to the branch. Brown are tastiest. So sweet I shiver as I whuff them down. Green taste sticky. Chewy. Slow to eat. Slow as the Enemy falls. Perfume my path with smoky tendrils of waste.

      The green fight me. Too weak yet to

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