“Gold fabric and glittering gems are drowning in scarlet.”
Source: The Cruel Prince
“What accounts for this great diversity running through our veins? The struggle for survival entails not only the competition for resources and mates but also the battle against pathogens. In this immunological arms race, the blood group antigens of human populations have coevolved with a microscopic world of enemies (as well as allies and neutral parties). Natural selection shapes the human immune system by favoring the configurations best adapted to a population's environment.”
Source: Our Political Nature: The Evolutionary Origins of What Divides Us
“Blood coated his hands- but nothing else.
So much blood, ruby-bright in the midmorning sun.
Like he'd clawed through them with his bare hands.
His eyes were wholly frozen with rage.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Blood and sweat still coated me. I tried to remember the usual fit of my soul in my body, the priority of things, my way of looking at the world. What to do with my limbs in the stillness. How did I usually position my hands without a blade between them? How did I stop moving?”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“there is not enough rain water in all the skies to rinse the innocent blood from your hands.
- their lives will always matter.”
Source: The Princess Saves Herself in This One
“She smiles like a demon, her lips painted red with my blood. Jane doesn’t want to be fed love on a silver spoon―she wants to lick it off my flesh as I bleed for her.”
“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the surface. It was the brightest colour in the room, more alive than even the body it had just quit.”
Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
“He was ready to take a pothead, alcoholic, heroin-addicted, whoremonger, a bulimic, cigarette smoking womanizer, and form the deepest type of bond that could be made and had no exit clauses or reversals. He had pursued me when others would’ve given up a thousand times. He made a covenant with me, signed by a pen dipped in His own blood, a covenant forged by His love, in His love, and through His love. It is a love story written by the Author of the universe.”
Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
“Like an eagle soaring above the highest mountains, soar. Let courage carry you to heights you have never imagined before.”
Source: Coming to Grips with the Mountains and Valleys of This World
“the kitchen was all black and white and red tiles; nice and gothic, except that the black and white was tile and the red was blood—lots of it. I mean, I suppose that’s gothic, too. It wasn’t supposed to be on the walls, though.”
Source: Between Family