The Vampire Flame was even more impressive in person than it had sounded in Dad’s description. Its flames flickered every color of the rainbow, with individual flames even being multiple colors at once. It radiated intense heat, like opening a furnace at full blast, but at the same time, I felt drawn to the Vampire Flame, as if I was staring into the face of God himself. And, despite its brightness, I couldn’t take my eyes off its majestic form. It seemed to be calling me toward it, like the Vampire Sword, only unlike the Vampire Sword, I sensed that the Flame was nowhere near as evil, although it was just as dangerous.
“Whoa …” said Jane in barely more than a whisper of a voice. “That’s the most beautiful fire I have ever seen.”
“It’s not a mere fire,” said Lucius, who sounded just as a
