Quotes About Blood

Perceval might be light as a ghost made of twigs and wire. But she was Exalt, daughter of Engineers and the House of Conn, and there was machine strength in her blood.

No, I know the Fae and their fondness. Fondness would not keep you from spilling my blood.

Perceval was fevered, and her blood-still shocked by the unblade and the amputation of her wings-was not fighting as it should.

Perceval embraced her, and she smelled the blood and the antiseptic, and when she lowered her mouth over Rien's, Rien tasted the faint sourness of uncleaned teeth. One would think her colony would take care of that for her, but then, it had perhaps been busy.

Cathoair reached out with both hands, his last measure of strength, and yanked Mingan's body against his own, pressed his mouth down, broke both their lips between their teeth so the bright taste of blood flavored the kiss.

Red ran through my fingers, dripping to the white, white stone.

The girl was tall, almost sexless in her slenderness and anything but sensual, though she was naked except for streaks of indigo blood, dirt, and manacles.

Relationships with the blood put a strain on mortal partners, and though Sebastien tried to spread the burden, he worried.

Sebastien was already leaning in, drawn by the enticing heat of blood, when he recollected himself and jerked back.

She fell under the density of the Dragon's presence, ducking her face toward bedrock. Carven stone scored her palms; the heat of blood smeared the petals on the bas-relief biers. She managed one breath, and then another, and then her voice.

Kadiska and my father looked like spots of smoking blood against all that white, stepping away as the Queen came toward us.

It paid to understand the politics, and for all their prickles the blood had long learned the value of shared information.

It would heal quite perfectly. And the sensation of the thick salvaged blood beating from his wounds into David's mouth as David knelt over him, his blond locks stuck willy-nilly between the clenching knuckles of Sebastien's hand-that was a passion worth anything.

Keith could smell the emotions swirling behind Fyodor's impassive voice, the richness of fear and sorrow like old thick blood, the determination and the bright sharp steel of need. He breathed it deep and nodded.

He wasn't sure if the salt and iron he tasted was blood and the bridle, or Mehiel's tears.

But a hare, now, that is a different thing altogether. A hare is not a pet but a person. Hares are clever and brave and loving, and they have fairy blood in them. It's a grand thing to have a hare for a friend.

The scent of a flower is a very close and intimate thing, she thought. It can seem to be a part of your body and blood.

She had Scottish blood in her and was of a saving turn of mind.

now her compassion had been pierced and set flowing; it felt as though her life's blood were running away.

He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He let her get nearly out of the room before he spoke, "I may not have the right, Silence, me love," he drawled so soft she nearly didn't catch the words. "But I would've listened to ye. I would've believed ye.

God, come down out of the eucalyptus tree outside my window, and tell me who will drown in so much blood.

I am shot with wounds which have eyes that see a world all sorrow, always to be, panoramic and unhealable, and mouths that hang unspeakable in the sky of blood.

Howard Coffin, president of the Society of Automotive Engineers, declared, "Twentieth-century war demands that the blood of the soldier must be mingled with three to five parts of the sweat of the men in the factories, mills, mines, and fields of the nation in arms"—

I said, "Lord, right now, not on the basis of any qualification, I do enter into the holiest place of all by the blood of Jesus and the veil rent by His flesh. Amen.