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“If he sent her on her way, her mission would have been a failure. He looked at her long legs. He shook her hand, holding it a second too long.”
― Paul A. Barra, Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller

“Flashes of disbelief trekked in multiple directions. Each one faded into despair.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“The animal bounded down the dock in huge strides.”
― Paul A. Barra, Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller

“Pletcher went out to Ethyl, who was still sitting in the weather, water droplets on her dense coat blinking in the hazy light like sea sparkle in the night off Bimini.”
― Paul A. Barra, Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller

“I will come,' the priest answered, 'for I have read in old books of these strange beings which are neither quick nor dead, and which lie ever fresh in their graves, stealing out in the dusk to taste life and blood.”
― Francis Marion Crawford, For the Blood is the Life and Other Stories

“My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood.

It was the vividness of the dreams that was impressive, their minute detail and horrible reality. The blood came through the keyhole of a locked door which communicated with the next room. I suppose the two rooms had originally been designed en suite. It ran down the door panel with a viscous ripple, like the artificial one created in the conduit of Trumpingdon Street. But it was heavy, and smelled. The slow welling of it sopped the carpet and reached the bed. It was warm and sticky. My father woke up with the impression that it was all over his hands. He was rubbing his first two fingers together, trying to rid them of the greasy adhesion where the fingers joined." ("The Troll")”
― T.H. White, Ghostly, Grim and Gruesome

“She was decidedly attractive, he saw, but in an ill-natured, ungracious way. Because of his connection with Fitzgerald, Carstairs & Scott, Johnnie had an extensive knowledge of the external appearance and different modes of behavior of a great variety of attractive women: they came up to the office in shoals, with their nails dipped in blood and their faces covered with pale cocoa. And some were charming and simple beneath their masks, and some were complex and arrogant. This girl belonged to the latter type, the type which would ignore or stare surlily at him if he spoke to them, until they learned that the actual money came through him, when their manner sweetened wonderfully. This girl wore her attractiveness not as a girl should, simply, consciously, as a happy crown of pleasure, but rather as a murderous utensil with which she might wound indiscriminately right and left, and which she would only employ to please when it suited her purpose. They were like bad-tempered street-walkers, without walking the street.”
― Patrick Hamilton, Hangover Square

“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. ”
― Mary Woronov, Swimming Underground: My Years in the Warhol Factory

“He said he'd hurt himself against a wall or had fallen down.
But there was probably some other reason for the wounded, the bandaged shoulder.

With a rather abrupt gesture, reaching for a shelf to bring down some photographs he wanted to look at, the bandage came came undone and a little blood ran.

I did it up again, taking my time over the binding; he wasn't in pain and I liked looking at the blood. It was a thing of my love, that blood.

When he left, I found, in front of his chair, a bloody rag, part of the dressing, a rag to be thrown straight into the garbage; and I put it to my lips and kept it there a long while- the blood of love against my lips.”
― C.P. Cavafy

“The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen rats鈥� eyes, and a bat wing.

Even I couldn鈥檛 have thought of anything more perfect.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Winter Rose

“Winning!”
― Charlie Sheen

“Going back to legalistic roots contaminates the blood of Jesus.”
― Sherry K. White

“The pig was soon dissected and its blood filled the bucket in the bottom of which a patch of sky was reflected darkly. It had surrendered to the vortex of life and his breathing.”
― Michel Fardoulis-Lagrange

“Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“You are so funny with your nice blood ever ready to spurt out, and its such a nice red!”
― Rachilde, La Marquise de Sade

“The tang of residual blood, faint as it was, danced along her senses, like a fizzy drink on her tongue. Everything sharpened, came into focus and awareness: The background buzz of the radio tubes in the other room that was usually inaudible nearly drowned out the music. The miniscule cracks in the enamel sink became a web of flaws.
The effect was almost dizzying; Callie never felt more alive than when she took in the coppery scent.
Every mage had an affinity for a particular element that strengthened and enhanced spells. Fire, air, water, earth鈥�
Hers was blood.”
― Cathy Pegau, Blood Remains

“The blood which it is mixed with water you will not get benefit from it.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“Words are like water: once they have escaped one鈥檚 mouth, they鈥檙e spilled onto the floor. Words are like knives, leaving invisible wounds that continue to bleed.”
― Nguy峄卬 Phan Qu岷� Mai, The Mountains Sing

“Nauli is known for creating a strong blood flow to the organs of the abdominal cavity, causing negative pressure that can have therapeutic effects. In contrast, leg raises achieve the same result of enhancing blood circulation through a different approach: they increase pressure instead.”
― Artem Orel, Enhancing the Benefits of Nauli with a Key Exercise for Abdominal Muscle Strength: Second Edition

“A woman on her period can get dangerous very quickly!”
― Steven Magee

“Maternal love is an instinctive and natural impulse, and animals possess it in a degree as high as that of human beings. This alone is enough to show that it is not true love, that it is not of moral origin ; for all morality proceeds from the intelligible character which animals, having no free will, do not possess. The ethical imperative can be heard only by a rational creature ; there is no such thing as natural morality, for all morality must be self-conscious.”
― Otto Weininger, Sex and Character: An Investigation of Fundamental Principles

“With mummies, some fall in love; others with phantoms: both alike hostile to all flesh and blood- oh, how repugnant are both to my taste! For I love blood. And there will I not reside and abide where every one spits and spews: that is now my taste,- rather would I live amongst thieves and perjurers. Nobody carries gold in his mouth.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“If there isn't a blood of poor the rich won't survive.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“When borders are drawn in blood, the wounds never truly heal.”
― Dipti Dhakul, Quote: +/-

“When the river of courage runs dry, blood flows in its place.”
― Trent Dalton, Boy Swallows Universe

“[...] Someone else's blood there. If only someone else's flesh and brain and memory. If only they could have taken her mind along to the dry-cleaner's and emptied the pockets and steamed and cleansed it and reblocked it and brought it back in the morning. If only...”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“The kindest souls suffer the most, while the wicked write history with blood-stained hands”
― Thomas Miller

“Let blood seal the freedom of the captive!”
― Andrew Peterson, The Monster in the Hollows

“The taste of something red as blood and black as tar coats my tongue.”
― Mars Adler, Dead Cowpokes Don't Wrangle: A Weird West Anthology

“You Black Robes know about drinking blood, don't you? You make your people in these wooded seats do it every time they're here.
In that way we're the same.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, The Buffalo Hunter Hunter