Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.
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I should probably start with the blood.
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There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.
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Trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.
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The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
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I wanted to feel like I could open my mouth and fill it with Pepper's flesh, close my teeth on her skin and tear it away, making blood pump like a fountain over everything - rug, clothes, hair, face - both Violet and I stopped in midair. Pepper's eyes had flooded with tears. It was too easy, she was enjoying this. Her body softened like a sponge waiting to soak up my punches. Her lips smiled the same way Valerie's did. It was as if I had discovered maggots in her flesh. I recoiled from her where she lay on the bed like a piece of rotting meat.
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The book did not say anything about a statue, valuable or otherwise, and so I stopped reading about the Bombinating Beast and got interested in the chapter about the Stain'd witches, who had ink instead of blood in their veins. I wondered what they kept in their pens.
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I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick round of soul-searching forced me to admit that I had never been any good at all at breathing water. As I hung there from the seat belt, dazed and watching the water pour in and swirl around my head, this began to seem like a very large character flaw.
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Even a foolish old woman like me knows that lazy people don't think for themselves; they only think about themselves.
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Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?Come and visit your good friend Sweeney. You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.I will have vengenance.I will have salvation. Who sir, you sir?No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!Sweeney's. Waiting. I want you bleeders. You sir! Anybody!Gentlemen now don't be shy!Not one man, no, nor ten men. Nor a hundred can assuage me.I will have you!And I will get him back even as he gloatsIn the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats. And my Lucy lies in ashesAnd I'll never see my girl again. But the work waits!I'm alive at last!And I'm full of joy!
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I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.
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It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.
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I'm on the edge, Neblin, I'm off the edge - I'm over the edge and falling into hell on the other side.''Calm down, John,' he said. 'We can work through this. Just tell me where you are.''I'm down in the cracks of the sidewalks,' I said, 'in the dirt and in the blood, and the ants are looking up and we're damning you all, Neblin. I'm down in the cracks and I can't get out.
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Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.
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He was dead again when I got home that day. His corpse was in the kitchen, near the counter, where it appeared he'd been chopping vegetables when the urge to stab himself through the wrist had struck. I slipped on the blood coming in, which annoyed me because that meant it was all over the kitchen floor.
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Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong with that, right?
I would spar with the boys at school. This guy I had a crush on, we called him Spitfire -- I gave him a bloody nose and lip, so needless to say the romance did not work out!
You're surprised at all the blood. He looks over at you, eyes wide, mouth dropping open, his face almost as white as his shirt. He's surprised, too.
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Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries, Old veinsThat hold Glamorgan's blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread.-
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Love is like that. It's like a wildfire in my blood.
No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that?
I wanted blood to signify life, not death.
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And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.
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If I had to, I was going to rip every inch of me open, give him as much blood as he needed to survive.
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