Part of him was drowning in sticky red.

Wine splashed, sticky red on the linens, as the horn flask thrown by Buntokapi bounced and clattered through the cutlery.

Hospital white, on the walls, on Tucker's gown, blended with sticky red.

The back of his skull gleamed sticky red in the artificial lighting.

We women had the symbols of the moon painted on our palms with sticky red that flared black in my wretched vision.

The butchering continued for timeless instants and then - Part of him was drowning in sticky red.

Until my hands are sticky red.

Blood darkened the pale dust on his jacket to a fearfully dark, sticky red, and ash slipped like oil beneath his feet.

The sticky red on her clothing had been wine not blood.

In the glare of floodlights all I saw was glistening sticky red.