Blazing shellac, sugar of milk, strontium, pitch, gum water, gerbs of chinesefire--for a few moments the air is ozone- sharp--drifting opal cloud ofpungent dragon/phoenix smoke. For an instant the Empire falls, its princes& governors flee to their stygian muck, plumes of sulphur from elf- flamethrowersburning their pinched asses as they retreat. The Assassin-child, psycheof fire, holds sway for one brief dogstar-hot night.


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