"Fiendfyre," William said, marveling. Perhaps it was just that it was the South Wing, but he couldn't help feeling a chill as he watched the flame belching from the open casement, and the others still valiantly striving to overcome it. It was like he was watching his own memory, from the outside. Like Spencer was dreaming something that had already happened. Like Spencer was dreaming something that someone else had known would happen.
"What started it?" he asked, reaching out a hand as if that would convince him that the fire was less real, when he could feel the heat and hear it crackling as it devoured the supporting wooden structure. "Do you know?"