But the black blood burned within them, and they struggled for a chance to get at the man who had killed their god.

The monster's blood burnt away the grass on Dragon's hill.

Her hunting blood was up and she could see that his blood burned.

The blood burned in him, her voice ran to him like fire.

No matter how his blood burned, he'd treated her carefully.

All, was all he could think while his blood burned.

His blood still burned with the fire of battle.

Why did the blood that trickled down his face not burn like ice?

The black blood of the Master burned off it in flight.

So, while the blood pounded and burned in his veins, he loved her slowly.