Imagery:
Pg. 173
"The brittle stems of flowers crunched under her shoes, and the heat coming off the scorched earth stung her eyes."
Personification:
Pg. 172
"Fingers of it [fire] shot up the hill, leaping from one beautiful flower to another."
Simile
Pg. 172
"At first there was a sound like roaring wind in her dreams."

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