High above, smoke and flames swirled in the cupola.

Tiny misted flames swirled white-gold, staining the silver bowl.

Wild clouds of smoke writhed across the ground as vigorous blue-white flames swirled out of wrecked equipment blocks.

There were no smoke detectors, and Ivan smelled the smoke only once flames swirled in the basement.

The flames were still swirling in the air above the brazier, but they were denser somehow, and brighter.

Someone had started a bonfire and piled a lot of wood on it, and flames, eating up through the wood, were swirling high into the air.

The flames swirled gleefully and reversed their angle, and the smoke poured north.

The flames swirled around the book, embracing, caressing, consuming.

The flames swirled about his sword and left red and yellow ghosts to mark its passage.

Outside, flames shot up and swirled around the pentacle.