blood-sodden

Christopher Marlowe demanded in "Tamburlaine," his blood-sodden drama about a megalomaniacal one-time shepherd who had swaggered and slaughtered his way to a vast Asiatic empire in the 14th century.

The Greatest of Them All Tom Holland 2011

The light! ell on the faces of the bodies near my feet, and I shrank back horrified as I saw that they were Watson and Oliver, both apparently dead, and beyond them the shattered corpse of Taylor sprawled on the blood-sodden straw.

THE NUMBERS 2010

Then, gesturing to the boy to pass a pair of large-bladed scissors from her bag, she began to cut away Anatole's blood-sodden clothes.

Sepulchre Mosse, Kate 2007

As we stare dazedly over the blood-sodden landscapes of two continents, we remember -- too late -- the only thing Bush ever did in his entire life with any enthusiasm was "execute."

When We Forget to Remember... 2007

Holocaust museums should be as prevalent as shopping malls, upon the blood-sodden soil of this land.

America Has Left the Building: An Open Missive of Anger and Hope 2006

Dressed in a blue boiler suit, the body was still warm: the blood-sodden head was bound over the eyes with brown plastic tape and wrapped in a black bin liner.

Archive 2004-05-30 Laban 2004

Dressed in a blue boiler suit, the body was still warm: the blood-sodden head was bound over the eyes with brown plastic tape and wrapped in a black bin liner.

May 30, 2004 Laban 2004

We see ourselves as Lambs of God, shepherded by the golden hand of Horatio Alger; when, in actuality, given the blood-sodden ground we stand upon and our talents for self-invention and relentless salesmanship, the quintessential American is closer to Mary Kay, accessorized with a Gatlin gun.

The Rise of Pharmatopia 2005

Dressed in a blue boiler suit, the body was still warm: the blood-sodden head was bound over the eyes with brown plastic tape and wrapped in a black bin liner.

"Hey - I've Been Tortured Too !" Laban 2004

The light! ell on the faces of the bodies near my feet, and I shrank back horrified as I saw that they were Watson and Oliver, both apparently dead, and beyond them the shattered corpse of Taylor sprawled on the blood-sodden straw.

Flashman and the angel of the lord Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1995