Word Of Honor Novel Translation Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The language is archaic and the translation is imperfect, but the essential elements are a soul bond forming unexpectedly, a challenge to the established order from someone who shouldn't have been capable of it, and a choice between the designated role and something that had no designated role." Adrian read the passage. His ancient language was limited, but Kieran had written a translation in the margin in contemporary script, careful and precise. He read it twice. "This was written before we were born," he said. "Long before," Kieran confirmed. "And it describes—" "What happened, more or less. With the imprecision you'd expect from anticipation rather than documentation." The room was quie

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him crestfallen. “Not now,” she said. “I can’t concentrate if you’re teasing me. Do you want this translated or not?” He sighed and returned to the screen. “Okay. What does it say?” “It is not all German,” she said. “Some is Russian. Misspelled, bad grammar, words out of order.” “Bot?” “No. I think it’s a person, just bad with languages.” “What does it say?” “It talks about bank accounts and transferring money for travel. Trusting God and wanting to serve a higher purpose once she gets to America. That’s the best I can get. Badly written.”

Eric spoke up, making me love him that much more for coming to my aid. “I think I might have found something actually.” Jarod said, just before he pulled a book out of the bag he had been carrying. As if the matter was dropped, we all gathered around the book he was holding. He flipped it open and pointed to a paragraph in the middle of one of the pages. It was in Latin, which I didn’t know. I was just about to ask him to translate it, when I suddenly knew exactly what the words meant. It was as if the words just transformed into English or something. Reading the words, I looked up at Jarod in amazement.

"NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU. OUR WORD AND PROMISE IS GIVEN. WHY ARE YOU NOT REPEA-" The AI translation voice abruptly cut itself off and Lila, blinked unimpressed at the reply that had been given, the promise of swearing being left unfullfilled and leaving her slightly disappointed as she was wondering what the swaer translate to exactly. She was guessing 'fuck' but would be happy enough with 'shit', but, if the swear was something like 'cunt', or 'dick' she would have a posivitely beaming smile on her face. If it had been any of the latter two, she would have happily skipped out from around the corner and then congratulated her enemy on their recent humanisation, before demanding to know wher