And gave back all that blood mingled with his own.
His blood mingled with the red wine of the Mass.
He held out his hand and they pressed them together so that the blood mingled in the darkness.
Blood mingled with the dust thrown up by the battle.
Blood and rain mingled together, weeping along the faces of the dead.
He felt her blood, hot, mingle with his own.
"It might be diverting to see how the black blood mingles with the gold."
Frayed threads and blood mingle but I have no sense of pain.
Her blood mingled with the rain-water, and she smelled of death already.
Blood mingled with water in pink rivulets that ran down his face.
