Krystal flung herself violently off the chair, away from her mother. She was surprised to feel warm liquid flowing down her cheeks, and thought confusedly of blood, but it was tears, only tears, clear and shining on her fingertips when she wiped them away.
J.K. RowlingTags: despair emotion tears violence blood
Brambleclaw dipped his head. “The battle is won,” he growled. “The clearing is ours. Do you concede or shall we fight for it again?”
Blackstar flashed a look of burning hatred over his shoulder. “Take it,” he hissed. “It was never worth the blood that has been spilled here today.
Tags: war blood warrior-cats worthless
Bumblestripe: “I think we showed them.”
Hazeltail: “Showed them what? How much blood can be spilled in a pointless battle?
Tags: war blood warrior-cats
The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the sky over there.
Stephen KingTags: sun night sky blood vessel
Humans - a renewable resource.
Carrie VaughnBlood is thicker than water,"
The young man said
As he knifed his friend
For a drooling old bitch
And a house full of lies.
Tags: friendship family murder blood blood-is-thicker-than-water
If I had to, I was going to rip every inch of me open, give him as much blood as he needed to survive.
Ada AdamsIts culture: the fruit of its life, the product of its own efforts in thought and art. This culture is not international. It is the expression of the national genius, of the blood. The culture is international in its brilliance but national in origin. Someone made a fine comparison: bread and wheat may be internationally consumed, but they always bear the imprint of the soil from which they came.
Corneliu Zelea CodreanuTags: roots culture blood origins soil
Blood began to flow, at first cautiously, as if embarrassed by its appearance; a few thin red lines exploring the gravitational trajectory of its new terrain. Now it flowed faster, steadily staining her pale flesh a horrific red.
R.D. RonaldTags: horror blood descriptive-prose
It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.
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