"Firestorm"

Imagery:
Then a tearing noise filled the air, the crackle of dry brush inflamed, and the smell of smoke swept over Tally, bringing her suddenly and completely awake. pg.172

Personification:
The fire was growing stronger. Fingers of it shot up the hill, leaping from one beautiful flower to another, leaving them scorched and black. pg.172

Simile:
Her footsteps ignited with flame as she ran throughout the blackened flowers, like stabbing a poker into a slumbering fire. pg.173