Aideen’s eyes glowed with envy as she watched her older sister Fia dance the Burning Dance in the center of the circle. Fia’s hair was a drifting mass of golden tendrils, and her thin, graceful limbs writhed in perfect unison with the movements of the flames. ~excerpt from short story
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2006
, Article 10.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2006/iss1/10