Ariadne shuddered involuntarily at the mention of a fire. Molly couldn't know, of course. No one actually knew, apart from Aunt Lysia, Uncle Tahafra, and Princess Amanda. Not just because Ariadne was secretive. She didn't like to think about the fire. She didn't like to think about everything she had lost that night.

It lived in a very small, very dark corner of her brain.

Still...

"A fire is such a mortal way to go... You'd think that would make this local god something like all of us. We live. We die. We suffer loss."