The shame burned him, but he could not fault her for it.

Not a crime, I don't think, but a shame to burn something so representative of a time and place.

The shame of that failure still burned within him.

And Connor did, so clearly that the shame of it burned color back into his cheeks.

But even the shame did not burn very sharply.

His words came back to Erini and the shame burned brightly within her once more.

Shame burned in him, swamping the pain from his wounds.

Shame burned in his face at the racial memory, another powerful, unaccustomed emotion.

Shame, which had seemed on the verge of consuming her, instead had burned itself out for the time being.

Toli felt the color rise to his face; his shame burned within him.