“I whispered, “Burn.” The draug’s face began to smoke. Patches of skin peeled away from jawbone and incisors. Its hair clumped and curled into tight, foul nubs. It died into a blur of smoldering darkness. Everyone went quiet. As the light dimmed – my light, the light that was me – it took conscious effort not to sag. “Just curious,” I said in a shaky voice. “Were my eyeballs burning?” “Yes, they were burning,” Addam whispered in awe. “You were burning.”
