That night the Germans attacked us again—bombs and liquid fire.
The gangster must have received the liquid fire in the face and eyes.
His body ached; liquid fire seemed to have taken the place of blood in his veins.
It would melt the White Mountains into rivers of liquid fire.
And as he sank, the earth groaned beneath his weight and the liquid fire ran from his heel, like a stream of lava, to the sea.
It drank up the darkness, and filled the gulf with liquid fire.
It insulated nearly every heart with the liquid fire of patriotism.
But this that was sweeping through all his being was liquid fire!
The next sip of wine he takes elicits a cry from him: it is liquid fire.
Wherever he went he was followed by a stream of liquid fire.