Now a real hell was being built - not existing in some plane of existence accessed only by methods most occult, or entered into involuntarily by dint of profound transgression, but rather a hell on earth - the cult recruiters its arch-deacons, the commandant its Satan.
This was the hell accessed by dint of birth itself and, as the razor-wire encircling the organizational territories expanded, the deepest circles of the same became evermore present and inescapable, their touch felt by all.
Ultra-limited one volume edition of the duology Iron Gates and Bluebird forthcoming via the auspices of Yperion Press, pre-order now.
People who want a distinct place in the hereafter need to have a real impact here, in that regard.