However, perhaps it is best to avoid controversy, to pass over these details, and say nothing of the way Major Sunshine's crabbed hand convulsed on the charred remains of his tennis ball, his fire-blackened skeletal fingers rupturing the fabric in the spasms of his death. It would probably be politic, likewise, to say nothing of the way Warrior Mox Hogan died, hair flaming as he thrashed his way into the sea, diving beneath the surface of the waves only to be boiled alive when a prolonged frygun blaze-burst turned the very ocean to a steaming frenzy. He rose from the water, screaming, and flame filled his face, a blast catching him full-frontal, kicking him back in cinders. [NoP Ch17]

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