- Dark Blood is an unfinished 1993 film written by Jim Barton, directed by George Sluizer, and starring River Phoenix. Phoenix played Boy, a youthful widower who lives as a hermit on a nuclear testing site, waiting for the end of the world while making dolls that he believes have magical powers.
dark blood
- A piece of feces
- lure with a stool, as of wild fowl
- A seat without a back or arms, typically resting on three or four legs or on a single pedestal
- A support on which to stand in order to reach high objects
- fecal matter: solid excretory product evacuated from the bowels
- a simple seat without a back or arms
stool
dark blood in stool – Dark Blood
Everyone deserves a second chance.
Richard Knox has served his time, so why shouldn’t he be allowed to live wherever he wants? Yes, in the past he was a violent rapist, but he’s seen the error of his ways. Found God. Wants to leave his dark past in Newcastle behind him and make a new start. Or so he says.
Detective Sergeant Logan McRae isn’t exactly thrilled to be part of the team helping Knox settle into his new Aberdeen home. He’s even less thrilled to be stuck with DSI Danby from Northumbria Police – the man who put Knox behind bars for ten years – supposedly here to ‘keep an eye on things’.
Only things are about to go very, very wrong.
Edinburgh gangster Malk the Knife wants a slice of the development boom Donald Trump’s golf course is bringing to the Granite City, whether local crime lord Wee Hamish Mowat likes it or not. Three heavies from Newcastle want a ‘quiet word’ with DSI Danby about a missing mob accountant. And Richard Knox’s dark past isn’t done with him yet…
The Number One bestselling crime series from the award-winning Stuart MacBride. In this sixth DS Logan McRae thriller, Scotland’s finest see first-hand how starting again can be murder…
Everyone deserves a second chance.
Richard Knox has served his time, so why shouldn’t he be allowed to live wherever he wants? Yes, in the past he was a violent rapist, but he’s seen the error of his ways. Found God. Wants to leave his dark past in Newcastle behind him and make a new start. Or so he says.
Detective Sergeant Logan McRae isn’t exactly thrilled to be part of the team helping Knox settle into his new Aberdeen home. He’s even less thrilled to be stuck with DSI Danby from Northumbria Police – the man who put Knox behind bars for ten years – supposedly here to ‘keep an eye on things’.
Only things are about to go very, very wrong.
Edinburgh gangster Malk the Knife wants a slice of the development boom Donald Trump’s golf course is bringing to the Granite City, whether local crime lord Wee Hamish Mowat likes it or not. Three heavies from Newcastle want a ‘quiet word’ with DSI Danby about a missing mob accountant. And Richard Knox’s dark past isn’t done with him yet…
The Summer With The Sun
Summertime flies by again,
Waving goodbye, with the grace of a hurricane
The weight behind it’s vengeful hand
Pulled our bridges down
From that view, we could finally see
They were held together
By nothing more than our dreams
Crashing loud, to the hardest ground
Cutting air, the sound it makes
When it echoes in, your tired mind
Falling away into that empty canyon,
The slice we made, on that wall of time
Never heals, and it always bleeds
One Summer, I know I’ll find you again
The wreckage in your rear-view mirror
Is the rubble, that used to be our home
Sometimes it feels, like we’re still there
Underneath the stars, Underneath the stairs,
Seven Years, at four in the morning
My eyes ignite, your voice is a spark
The room is gasoline, when you sing into the dark
Falling from the sky, you’re the burning rain
And I still find myself, running through it
Crashing down, without a sound
A falling tree, in the forest with no one around
The silent air, holds me there
Like a deer in Winter’s frozen headlights
And everything fell down
That weekend you left town
The lights went out for me
Apartment walls breathed me in
It was like all the time we killed
Was waiting upstairs for revenge
Blood poured out from those walls
Like a heartbreak waterfall
Treading downstairs
After everybody left
I remember thinking, that I could spend the rest of my life
Sitting outside in the warm night, and listen to you talk
About childhood ghosts, and imaginary friends
Connecting with black cats, and mystical things
You never see it ending, until your writing it all down
I remember thinking, that I could spend the rest of the night
Trying to explain, how you colored my eyes like the sunrise
Does to the morning sky, when I was just getting out of work
I can still see the broken stool, outside the front door
Where we used to talk about all of our dreams
We couldn’t know then, that we would never fall back to sleep
Petey
i love this beautiful boy of mine. i just want him better. nash getting better too would be a nice bonus.
dark blood in stool
Stalking the streets of New Orleans, a vicious serial killer dubbed “The Ripper” leaves his victims drained of blood. For Houston physician Matthew Carter, it is an all-too-familiar pattern – one that sends him racing to find Niemann. B
For two hundred years, Roger Niemann never had to know the end that mortals face. But eternal existence comes with a price he cannot accept -consuming human blood. Hiding in New Orleans under an assumed identity, he desperately searches for a way to cure his vampirism.
Stalking the streets of New Orleans, a vicious serial killer dubbed “The Ripper” leaves his victims drained of blood. For Houston physician Matthew Carter, it is an all-too-familiar pattern – one that sends him racing to find Niemann. B
DARK BLOOD IN STOOL 