Fire roared through the bifurcated city of Ankh-Morpork. Where it licked the Wizards’ Quarter it burned blue and green and was even laced with strange sparks of the eighth color, octarine; where its outriders found their way into the vats and oil stores all along Merchant Street it progressed in a series of blazing fountains and explosions; in the streets of the perfume blenders it burned with a sweetness; where it touched bundles of rare and dry herbs in the storerooms of the drugmasters it made men go mad and talk to God. Discworld universe, styled like the artwork of Josh Kirby. The style should capture the unique, colorful, and dynamic essence of Josh Kirby's art. Citizens running away from the fire, others forming bucket-chains.