How big the world got when you could taste blood.

He could taste blood from a cut near his mouth.

He could taste blood in the back of his mouth.

"And once you taste blood, you're not going to give up."

But she bit hard and really tasted blood on her tongue.

A foot kicked him hard on the side of his head, and he could taste blood.

He tried to speak but bit his tongue, tasted blood.

She bit down on her bottom lip and tasted blood.

He felt a blow on the side of his mouth and tasted blood.

One side of my face burned with pain and I tasted blood.

His lip must have been split inside, for he could taste blood.

He felt a tooth break, tasted blood hot in his mouth.

But he, too, knew the impulse to strike and taste blood.

Grey bit the inside of his cheek and tasted blood.

I was biting my tongue hard enough to taste blood.

A fist caught him in the mouth and he tasted blood.

An elbow caught me in the mouth and I tasted blood.

She tasted blood, a couple of her teeth were loose.

Jon could taste blood in his mouth, from the blow he'd taken.

Her head snapped to the side; she tasted blood and saw stars.

I was like a wild beast then that had tasted blood.

Movement means opportunities, she told herself, tasting blood on her tongue.

If she wants to taste blood she will have to ask.

Once they taste blood and oil, there will be no containing their ambitions.

She cried out in pain, tasting blood on her lips.