On his hands and knees he started crawling, as the cold blood grew warm, then warmer, then hot.

The tone in his voice made her blood grow cold.

In the laboratory her blood had grown three different bacteria, which was unexpected.

The preternatural blood in his veins grew hot, burning him from the inside out.

PeUetier felt his blood grow hot, all the worse for knowing there was nothing he could do.

And they said I must hurry, that my blood might be the older and grow strong before hers.

His blood grew hot as he read of what followed the beginning of love at the pilgrims' shrine.

The blood in her veins grew strong with life, and weariness fled from her eyes.

Craker looked, and his blood grew as cold as a glacier.

They'd been in Colby since the 1700s, but the blood had grown pretty thin by the twentieth century.