“Henry wondered not for the first time if her blood ran red or black.”
“Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.”
“Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.”
“Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.”
“Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream”
“The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.”