His body felt cold but his head was burning.

He was shaking, and as chilled as stone, but his head burned with fire.

My head was burning and my heart still beat in the rhythm of the drum.

After approximately 20 minutes the head had burnt away completely, but leaving a large piece of the neck hanging from the stake.

His own head was burning, and he pawed at it until the blazing cloth fell away.

Her head burned as if she'd fallen into a vat of fire.

His head still burned, but the anger and desperation seemed to have left him.

My head fairly burned along one side where he'd struck.

Only the head, arms and shoulders were burning, the hands outstretched toward someone who stood just beyond the light thrown from the one remaining lamp.

The Lance's head burned like it was covered by flickering alcohol flames.