The flesh of the girl's hand was bright red.

She was sobbing, and her fingers dug into the flesh of his hand.

Her fingers were digging viciously into the flesh of his hand.

Quinlan felt the ripple beneath the flesh of her hand.

Holly dug a thumbnail into the flesh of his hand.

He was still a walking rotted nightmare, but the flesh of his hand had blackened.

She pushed aside the flesh of her hand to put it in his grip.

The jewels cut into the flesh of his hand.

This time she felt a ripple in the flesh of her hand, a gentle tugging.

The flesh of his hand was grey and rotting.