The Iron Gates of Hell

The outside really gave nothing away as to what lay inside the iron gates of Hell.

The gardens about dripped with bulbous fruits. Huge statues worked in lapis and gold depicted sylph-like forms; exposed and entirely naked; appearing to be entwined in comforting embrace; yet when one gave a closer inspection you found that they told sinister stories of torture in the queerest of poses; with knives and gaping mouths, and their hands bound in subservience – it was suffering memorialized.

Marble Gryphons stood in the forecourt, eerily translucent - appearing very life-like, yet bloodless - and were vomiting dirty water into fountains so deep their floors could not be seen.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series