Clara Dee Fuego Info

Clara, who was shelling peas on her grandmother's stoop, looked up. "What do you want?"

It listens.

It only waits for someone foolish enough to pick it up again. End. clara dee fuego

Not her grandmother. Not the room. Not the Conflagration. Clara, who was shelling peas on her grandmother's

She looked at the black candle. Then at Mr. Cinder's patient, hungry smile. Then at the seven Ember Council members standing in the shadows, waiting to see if their little weapon would finally ignite into something monstrous. clara dee fuego

Each time, Clara told herself: This is justice. Fire is truth.