Here i am, more than halfway though The Tenth Circle. For some time, it was painful to pick it up & continue reading. Just as i abhorred sleeping years back while i had fever.

"There are no metaphors in hell. Only similes ."

I realize now, that The Pact is decade old.

Heart wrenching, blood pounding, brain creaking. That's one hell of a book.

While living, which is the act; the blatant masquerade or the silent plot. Because you always conceal either.

"There is no funny in hell. Only ironic."