Chapter 85
NOT ONLY the ceiling but the passageway wall and floor were black and singed as well by the time Dallin peered at Wil, judged him pale, and deemed they'd played at pyromania enough for today. They'd had to use four of the pitchers--and the blanket, when one of the lamps out in the hallway had exploded--and they hadn't even chanced anything bigger than the candles.