Zanita snickered as she stretched her hands out to the fire, letting the flames warm the chill out of them.

The flames in her fireplace slowly warmed her skin as Mary Anne rubbed her with a heavy towel then held out undergarments for her to step into.

A little flame warmed Lizzie.

The flames were warming his back.

Our flame would barely warm the ice.

The fire hissed, flames warming the cold stone hearth.

They sat about the fire, glumly, and no flame or blanket could warm the chill in their hearts.

Sometimes she would catch herself wondering whether the crisp and crackling flames of a pyre would warm her, or the soft brown blanket of the earth; whether the cold sea would quench her thirst... The room, she realized, was not empty.

The flame in his eyes had warmed all her blood.

"It feels so different here," she said, brushing back a lock of the soft red hair whose flames warmed him more than the sun.