“I smell blood and an era of prominent madmen.”
“I can smell your blood now. I can smell it in every room of the house.”
“I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.”
“He's right: They have to put madmen with madmen.”
“The air smelled of blood, sweat, and anger.”
“I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?”