Gray light of the city burning up the night with cold, duty fire.
She seemed to be about to answer; cold fire raged in her eyes.
He took a breath of wind; it burned through him like cold fire.
But what she felt wasn't the final cold fire of the knife's edge.
It was like a cold fire sweeping away from them into the darkness.
The cold fire playing along the walls and ceiling seemed to be dying down.
It was as if a cold fire swept through her.
Above them, the stars burned with cold fire against the eternal night.
Her eyes lit, the cold blue fire at the center of a flame.
She stared into his red eyes with their cold fire.
