Soup was also beautiful, a bowl of vivid crimson liquid.

I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason.

He could almost taste the crimson liquid on his lips.

Next to them, a wine glass was wrapped around its volume of crimson liquid.

The barman set a glass of crimson liquid before him.

She sipped the rich, crimson liquid, wishing the animal blood were sweeter, warmer.

The crimson liquid began trickling down the man's throat.

He filled a pair of crystal wineglasses with a deep crimson liquid, and held one out.

She steadied her hand and looked into the bowl which was now filled with a darkly gleaming crimson liquid.

But as I raise it to my lips the bowl is suddenly filled with crimson liquid.