“Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.”
“Red was the blood of the siblings massacred in the North, black was for mourning them, green was for the prosperity Biafra would have, and, finally, the half of a yellow sun stood for the glorious future.”
“Henry wondered not for the first time if her blood ran red or black.”
“Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.”
“A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.”
“Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.”