". . . ÿThe blue flame leapt to life in her palm, and licks of cooling flame dancing down her fingers. Her slender fingers looked like living marble through the blue radiance. . . ÿher cold blue flames would never consume her or destroy her. She shivered. The cold was something she'd have to learn to live with. . . "
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cathy sharpe 15 Jun 2007
Fantastic digi work, great talent and insight here!