Sargatanas set himself, took a deep breath, and began to intone four phrases four times in a voice comprised of four harmonics:
	“Ogiodi Azdra…Tplabc Zibra…Rnoizr Nrzfm…Rplalen Bbemo…Yolcam Abzien!”
	Four large glyphs, simple in form but different in color, appeared and began to circle the Demon Major’s head and by the fourth revolution they spread out, two on either side.
	Lilith squeezed Hannibal’s hand as Sargatanas used the disk’s sharp edge to slice open her careful stitches. With a powerful thrust he pushed it deep within the shoulder until it was lodged beneath the soul’s collarbone. Immediately the demon spoke one of the four paired words and the corresponding glyph dropped down into Hannibal’s open wound, causing a terrible burning that spread throughout his body. The next glyphs brought, in rapid succession, the sensations of drowning in some engulfing, cloying liquid followed by a sudden cracking coldness and finally parching dryness. He saw Sargatanas’ lips moving but could hear nothing. Shocked and nauseated, Hannibal retched until his stomach ached. When he was finished he looked weakly at his wound and was dimly amazed that, without stitches, it had sealed itself.
-God's Demon (pages 578-579)


    The room’s interior was proportioned for a demon; the spare furnishings—ledges mostly—were too high for Hannibal to sit upon. He placed his pack down and removed his cape, rubbing his shoulders from the strap’s chafing. His new arm—now nearly the proper length—ached less and less and felt very different from his original limb. Its muscles were heavier, denser, and he put this down to its newness and his improved health. Whatever the reason, it seemed almost like a reward for his loss and it pleased him.
 -God's Demon (page 755)