The face at the door belonged to a young Turk or Arab, mid twenties maybe, his hands stained red with paint.

Not so much as a spot of blood stained her hand.

The body of the wizard Dalamar remained in the abandoned temple, staring into the darkness, apparently forgotten, his hands stained with blood.

She was filthy, her face and hands stained with the bloody, charred meat she had been eating.

His hand thrust out of the windows and grew more stained with each rifle or pistol.

Very slowly she put forth her own-- a hand stained and roughened, but slim and small.

Rising, he approached me, extending a hand stained black with grease.

The hand squeezed the stuff together and opened, stained with wood death.

I breathed, seating myself across from him, my hand reaching for his across that drink stained dark oak table.

His right hand clutched a balled handkerchief, spotted and stained: he made no attempt to hide it.