His name rose up in her mind, and with it came an image of scorched flesh.

She could smell the scorched flesh, the stench of disease.

The air had filled with the stink of scorched flesh.

Steam and the smell of scorched flesh rose from the wound.

There was a crackle and a smell of scorched flesh.

The smell of burnt hair and scorched flesh floated through the Hall.

The barracks smelled of fear, like sweat and scorched flesh.

A single touch of the scorched flesh was enough.

There was a smell of scorched flesh in spite of the open window.

The smell of scorched flesh and electricity wafted through the air.