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“It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were…

— Lorrie Moore

“Veins practically popping out of his neck, the jerk leaned out his window and yelled a bunch of swear words, including a new one…

— James Patterson

“He couldn't think of his robbed left eye without hate squirting into his veins from some deep poison gland he hadn't known he possessed.”

— Joseph D'Lacey

“He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his…

— Poppet

“Remembering this, he feels the old, hot prickle in his eyes. He thinks, Yes. But it vanishes. His angry heart calls for his attention,…

— Lauren Groff

“Whatever had killed him, it hadn't been human. His face was gone, simply torn away. Something had ripped his lips off. I could see…

— Jim Butcher

“He could see now that she looked tired; the delicate tissue under her eyes bruised violet with fatigue. He fought an almost irresistible desire…

— Meg Rosoff

“He smacked the heel of his hand against his forhead, as if that could knock the mental picture out of his head. Hell, he…

— Julia Quinn

“His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his…

— Robin Hobb

“Yes, to verify how far bruises may be produced after death. I saw him at it with my own eyes.”

— Arthur Conan Doyle

“The need to take her was raging, some fatal drug that stabbed into his veins, speeding up his heartbeat and clouding his mind.”

— Nora Roberts