Ot sis arm ainajanak hany, jama.
Me, ot sisarm kuntajanak, piradak sisarm, gond es irgalom ture.
Opus wakenkek, ot oma sarnank, es ot pus funk, alnak ekam ainajanak, pitanak sisarm ainajanak elava.
Ot sisarm sielanak pala. Ot omboce palaja juta alatt ojuti, kinta, es szelemek lamtijaknak.
Ot en mekem ?ama?: kulkedak otti ot sisarm omboce palajanak.
Rekature, saradak, tappadak, odam, ka?a o numa waram, es avaa owe o lewl mahoz.
Ntak o numa waram, es mozdulak, jomadak.
Piwtadak ot En Puwe tyvinak, ecidak alatt o juti, kinta, es szelemek lamtijaknak.
Fazak, fazak no o saro.
Juttadak ot sisarm o akarataban, o'sivaban, es o sielaban.
Ot sisarm sielanak ka?a engem.
Kuledak es piwtadak ot sisarm.
Sayedak es tuledak ot sisarm kulyanak.
Nenam coro; o kuly torodak.
0 kuly pel engem.
Lejkkadak o ka?ka salamaval.
Molodak ot ainaja komakamal.
Toja es molana.
Han ca?a.
Manedak ot sisarm sielanak.
Al?dak ot sisarm sielanak o komamban.
Al?dam ot sisarm numa waramra.
Piwtadak ot En Puwe tyvijanak es sayedak jalleen ot elava ainak majaknak.
Ot sisarm ela jalleen.
Ot sisarm wenca jalleen.
My sisters body is a lump of earth close to death.
We, the clan of my sister, circle her with care and compassion.
Our healing energies, ancient words of magic and healing herbs bless my sister's body, keep it alive.
But my sister's soul is only half. Her other half wanders in the nether world.
My great deed is this. I travel to find my sister's other half.
We dance, we chant, we dream ecstatically, to call my spirit bird and to open the door to the other world.
I mount my spirit bird, we begin to move, we are under way.
Following the trunk of the great Tree, we fall into the nether world.
It is cold, very cold.
My sister and I are linked in mind, heart and soul.
My sisters soul calls to me.
I hear and follow her track.
Encounter I the demon who is devouring my sister's soul.
In anger, I fight the demon.
He is afraid of me.
I strike his throat with a lightning bolt.
I break his body with my bare hands.
He is bent over and falls apart.
He runs away.
I rescue my sister's soul.
I lift my sister's soul in the hollow of my hand.
I lift her onto my spirit bird.
Following up the Great Tree, we return to the land of the living.
My sister lives again.
She is complete again.
Francesca worked to repair the large cuts to arteries and veins while Gregori went after Juliette's spirit. Riordan was reluctant to turn her over to him, afraid she would go the opposite way and be out of his reach forever.
She fears other males. She hides it well, but her past has taught her men are not to be trusted.
Do you trust me? Gregori asked.
Riordan drew back. Gregori. The Dark One. Second in command to the prince. He was a straight-up killer, but then, weren't they all? The De La Cruz brothers had always questioned authority, always fought restrictions, and were powerful, dominating men. They expected-and received-deference from all those around them, and they were always just a little bit harder on their women. Riordan felt it took extraordinary women to stand up to his-and his brothers'-personalities, and it took extraordinary men to get the De La Cruz brothers to follow their lead. Gregori was such a man.
I have complete faith in you.
Do not allow her any chance at resistance.
Riordan had no problems being ruthless. He should have forced obedience earlier when he knew Juliette would go after what she thought was a male jaguar. If he had done so, she would not be at death's door right now.
Juliette's spirit flinched from Gregori's strong personality; the terrible white-hot light that shone on her drew her upward, back toward pain and suffering. She retreated, but Riordan was there, blocking her path to the other world, forcing her back toward the healer. She tried to struggle against Riordan, somewhat hurt that he had sided with a stranger, but she was weak and it was easy to force compliance.
Pain hit her-him-a raw, fiery burn that tore through her body. She screamed and screamed, pleading with Riordan to make it stop. She fought him, her spirit fought him, but he grimly held on, blood-red tears tracking down his face while Gregori and Francesca did their best to work fast in her resisting, struggling body.
This vampire's blood not only carried acid, but also parasites, and he had licked her wounds and punctured her throat with his teeth, depositing the hideous creatures into her bloodstream. They immediately moved to invade every cell-every organ, an army bent on destroying her.
Gregori. Francesca's normally calm voice was filled with alarm. Look where the concentrated attack is.
Riordan couldn't see, the light was too bright. Gregori swore softly in their language. Tell me what is wrong, Riordan demanded.
Our enemies are becoming more sophisticated in their attacks. The parasites are after her eggs. Gregori delivered the news on the Carpathian common path of communication.
The chanters faltered as the enormity of the news struck them. The men looked at one another, and several put their arms around their lifemates.
«Can you save her children?» Mikhail asked.
Raven slipped her hand into Mikhail's waiting for the answer.
We are trying.
Gregori left Francesca to work on broken ribs and the lacerations and burns while he attacked the parasites, driving them away from their prize. It was daunting to see the damage they left in their wake. He could tell Rafael's blood made a difference, giving her starving cells a chance, flooding tissue and organs with strength to help combat the vampire's poison. He worked fast, destroying the parasites where he found them, chasing them when they fled.
When Gregori was certain he had killed the last one, he began to work on the damage, first repairing the ovaries, ensuring no egg had been penetrated. The parasite would attach itself, replicate and feed off the internal organs. They had voracious appetites. It seemed hours, when in reality it was far less with both healers working together, before Gregori was able to regain his own body. Francesca swayed beside him, pale and exhausted. They had worked a miracle in record time.
«She needs more blood and good rich soil,» Gregori said, «but she'll be fine.» He inspected Riordan. «You, however, need a little help.»
«The soil will aid me,» Riordan said. «I can't thank you enough for saving her life. She was far gone from us.»
Mikhail held up his hand for silence. «There is one among you able to heal the earth. Would you step forward?»
The Carpathians looked at one another. Over in the corner where the Dark Troubadours had gathered, Barack took Syndil's hand and led her to the front. «Syndil is capable of healing the earth.»
Mikhail let his breath out slowly. The woman was one of the children Darius had saved, her Carpathian lineage strong and true. She looked nervous, but stood quietly waiting. He smiled at her. «So you are our miracle worker. I saw the land after you worked on it.»