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I look down and wiggle my bare toes shimmering blood-bright in the living room lamplight.

Dancing with Werewolves Carole Nelson Douglas 2009

I look down and wiggle my bare toes shimmering blood-bright in the living room lamplight.

Dancing with Werewolves Carole Nelson Douglas 2009

I look down and wiggle my bare toes shimmering blood-bright in the living room lamplight.

Dancing with Werewolves Carole Nelson Douglas 2009

Its age-spotted dun made his robe appear blood-bright.

The Boat of a Million Years Anderson, Poul, 1926- 1989

Its age-spotted dun made his robe appear blood-bright.

The Boat of a Million Years Anderson, Poul, 1926- 1988

His hands were bound behind him; even at this distance, Joanna saw the blood-bright ribbon of spell-cord twisted through the bonds.

The Silicon Mage Hambly, Barbara 1988

So, as he ruminated, some whisp of his racing thought caught light from his inner rage, flared blood-bright before him, and convulsing him drove him to his work.

Little Novels of Italy Madonna Of The Peach-Tree, Ippolita In The Hills, The Duchess Of Nona, Messer Cino And The Live Coal, The Judgment Of Borso Maurice Henry Hewlett

-- And then, in politics again, Brutus: type, in sentimental history of the Republican School, of the high old roman and republican virtues; Brutus of the "blood-bright splendor," the tyrant-slayer and Roman Harmodios-Aristogeiton; the adored of philosophic

The Crest-Wave of Evolution A Course of Lectures in History, Given to the Graduates' Class in the Raja-Yoga College, Point Loma, in the College-Year 1918-19 Kenneth Morris 1908

For the hues of life were upon it and infiltrated throughout its innermost substance, imitating the carnation of blood-bright tissue, and the reticulated purple of the veins; and over all was laid the envelope of sun-colored _Pe-kia-ho_, the lucid and glossy enamel, half diaphanous, even like the substance that it counterfeited, -- the polished skin of a woman.

Some Chinese Ghosts Lafcadio Hearn 1877

The Crow call this time of year the Black Cherry Moon when the rose hips are blood-bright, spattered on their overwrought stems, and the creek calls so clearly in words almost our own as we come sliding down the bank.

NewWest Bozeman 2010