I am sure his blood tasted as sweet as anyone else's.

And she found herself wondering how his blood would taste.

He wondered if the blood of various victims would taste any different.

This is the one whose blood the Eistaa wishes to taste upon her teeth.

Yet the warm blood of the rabbit tasted good in his mouth.

Already she was drunk with the blood of the meat-she had tasted meat only a few times in the last seven years.

Her blood was overwhelmed with passion and would taste so sweet.

The diluted blood tasted weak, now that I was used to the real stuff.

It could be eaten, once dead, and its blood supposedly tasted sweet like honey.

Suddenly the blood tasted good, salty, the stuff of life.