The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed.
The air itself stung as he breathed it, the sharpness acting as a spur.
The air stung my cheeks like fire.
The cold air stung my cheeks and eyes; my lips burned.
The air stung with the smell of the jet fuel that had settled over the water like a dark blanket.
His power was everywhere, as if the very air stung and burned.
The air scorched like an iron and the direct sunlight stung against my skin.
It hurts even to breathe, because the frigid air stings the lungs.
The cold, pure air stung Eragon's cheeks and burned in his lungs.
The cold, dry air stung his face and hands.
