They obey each other's directions as if playing a game, two men hopping about in the dead grass, scattering glowing pine needles like sparks.

NPR: Excerpt: 'Woodsburner'

Henry stands and watches helplessly as the small fire he has birthed flows like brilliant liquid over the tree stump's ragged edges and into the dead grass and pine needles that carpet the barren slope from the water's edge to the lip of the woods.

NPR: Excerpt: 'Woodsburner'