What do you get when you mix my blood with holy water?" Nick "Demon napalm"Kody
Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?" "Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir.
[T]he Dollar is always too light, a genuine Holy Ghost, more precious than blood.
It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.
It's always bin a bloody world, she says. Only nowadays, some people's blood is better than others.
It doesn't matter to me. We're still cousins in our own way. Blood's just something old people talk about to make you feel bad.
I tried not to think of all the horror movies featuring this exact scenario, soon to be followed by an abundance of gratuitous blood and gore.
Why is a man with a knife after your blood? Who sent him? I would like to write the fellow a letter of thanks!
She was completely alone, only the distant call of a bird telling her a world existed outside of her circle of pain.
This, Derek, is what you’re going to turn into without her in your life. You can only get worse from here. This is why you need her.
To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. It's the only thing that lasts, that's worth working for, for fighting for...
Ethan didn't mind his blood being taken - he just disliked the fact that it had to be sucked through a needle in order to do it.
But never in all her human days had her blood bubbled with such a golden exultation and such blissful freedom as now when she ran, a werewolf, across the marsh.
In those moments it's hard to remember that an angry voice is an invisible thing incapable of drawing blood.
So you believe in blood sucking fangers, but you don't believe in the existence of werewolves. What kind of narrow minded crap is that?
There is but a gentle stillness inside every cerebral. Tiny waterfalls of blood vessels rushing, becoming lethal.
Don’t be afraid, Queen, the blood has long run down into the earth. And on the spot where it was spilled, grapevines are growing today.
As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.
It's healthy to ditch class now and then." To be precise, it was healthier for humans if vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilt.
In the midst of the battle between rebellion and surrender Bantry was suddenly uncertain what Flynn was starved for. The sensuality of a man’s kiss? Or the rich, iron taste of blood?
A mannequin? An unfeeling heartless bitch who feeds on others' misery and is physically incapable of crying, unless it's tears of blood?
