“He headed home through the streets of New Bedlam. It was the cleanest city in the Cosmos on the outside to disguise the flaws just under the surface. Like a corpse at the viewing, all makeup and formaldehyde. Under the streets were veins of sewers, rank with putrid blood and discarded bones from the nightclubs and luxury apartment buildings. Eros could feel the bloodlust pouring out of every doorway he passed, and he buttoned up his pea coat and quickened his pace. The desiderium of the city both tempted and disgusted him.” FantasyMythMythologyNetherworlds Book:The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate Source: The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate
“The sunken gray sky seemed to be closing in on the ground. The edges of the world on which they stood crumbled into the abyss. They could hear it fracture around them like glaciers splintering off into the frigid deep. "What do you three want?" Eros asked with flippant annoyance. Loki chimed in, "We don't want any of your Girl Scout Cookies…" Eros closed his eyes and pressed his lips together. "-unless you have Samoas,” Loki amended.” FantasyMythMythologyNetherworlds Book:The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate Source: The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate
“Chaos eventually coagulates into some form of order, which people overwork in their hands like clay until it devolves back into utter unmanageable chaos, and somehow they still think they’ve got it under control.” ChaosLokiOrder And ChaosNetherworlds Book:The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate Source: The Netherworlds: Curse of Fate