In the heart and in the soul, evil takes its wicked toll. When moonlight shines like flowing blood, over the earth, the Daimons will flood
The way I’d put it,” said Makin, “is that Rike can’t make an omelet without wading thigh deep in the blood of chickens and wearing their entrails as a necklace.
Fear blossomed within her - not like a flower, but like blood welling from a gunshot wound, spreading throughout her entire body.
Tobias loved her more than he’d loved anything—his family, his duty, even himself. There, perhaps, the Herondale blood ran true.
So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.
The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer
There is earth below your earth, a deep room where gas and oil, rock and stone, circulate like slow blood through a body.
With a savage grin, he let out an inhuman roar of bloodlust and threw himself into an unholy orgy of blood, fangs, claws, and death.
We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.
The ocean drummed as loud as pulsating blood, eroding the sand, rushing the beach as if it had a point to prove. And like many things, it receded, was gone, and was replaced anew.
There's nothing quite like a good quest for getting your blood pumping.
The church is not a brick-and-mortar structure. The church is made of flesh & blood. Followers of #Christ are the church.
In all marriages there is the imbalance: one who loves more than the other. One who licks wounds in secret, the rust-taste of blood.
[Magnus] held on to the boy, newborn in grave dirt and blood, and he wished that he had found him dead.
Can we listen to each other the way veins listen to blood?
Great robber though he was, Kandata could only trash about like a dying frog as he choked on the blood of the pond.
She saw the shallow lines beaded with blood in her long mirror, and when he told her that she was beautiful, she believed him.
Life’s a bitch and then you die and death’s a bitch too. Only my life was lovely and I miss it so much.
...it isn’t things and proximity, or even blood that holds us all together. What makes a family is love and loyalty.
She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.
Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.
