Sanguis Dei

By Kristie Kiessling

Yodhi's blood is special. The doctors say his blood could change the face of modern medicine. One particularly ambitious doctor believes that Yodhi's blood might just save the world, and he will stop at nothing to get it.

All his parents want to do is take their baby home.

From city to city across the globe, Yodhi's family must keep him safe until his destiny is revealed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristie Kiessling
• Release date: Aug 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465813602

Kristie Kiessling

I was born in Collingswood, NJ. I grew up in a large family of creative people. My mother thought I was a wonderful child because I would look at picture books quietly in the living room for hours. I was 'reading' even before I could read, memorizing stories I loved. I've always wanted to tell stories. While my brothers were learning to play Chess (which I also learned well) I would use the taken pieces to tell epic tales on the sidelines. I wanted to be a writer who illustrated her own books even when I was in kindergarten. I've written poems, plays, songs (words and music) and told all manner of stories to my kids. With my three children old enough to pursue their own dreams, I'm diving deeper into 'serious' writing again. I've got my directions for the journey, why don't you come with me? I'll even pay for the gas...

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SANGUIS DEI

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Kristie Kiessling

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Sanguis Dei

Copyright © 2011 by Kristie Kiessling

Cover Art: Copyright © 2011 by Robin Lythgoe

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Sanguis Dei

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Part One

His mother called him Yodhi. That wasn't his name or even a name at all, just a twist on a letter of an ancient language his mother's mother spoke. Yodh was a very small letter, but important. His mother called him that because he, too, fit that description: tiny, but important. His hands could barely hold anything of significance, but when they did manage to grasp something, he held on tightly. It was difficult to control his limbs, to direct his strength. There were many people around him and voices that, out of courtesy, spoke in muted tones or even whispers. For all their quietness, they were firm about what they did to him. They poked him and prodded him. They took blood samples, urine samples, stool samples; searching for something. It all hurt so much. They didn't mean to hurt him, not yet. He understood that. He also knew something they didn't. He knew that he was here for that very reason: to hurt. It was in his blood.

He would have liked to tell them, but he was -after all- a baby. Only his thoughts would have made sense to them, not his gurgles and too-tight