The secret of the Lord is set with him
That wonders at His majesty: his praise
Wells from no trembler’s misery: his hymn
Swells the exultant day’s.
His psalm wings upward, and reflected down
Even in Hell makes music and renown.
Aleister Crowley, The Temple of The Holy Ghost, The Mountain Christ
Then you went under to make war on Hell. Hell spat you back out. Fair enough.
Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
The devils of Paris would not shut up. They declaimed as they came, in a hundred languages, they hissed and howled descriptions of their hadal cities, and beat their claws on the sigils they wore, of the houses of the pit, and they shouted rather too often to those they hunted and killed that it was from Hell that they came, and so that everyone should be terrified.
China Miéville, The Last Days of New Paris: A Novel [Bookshop, Amazon, Publisher]
Time enough for food and drink after we’ve sent this fellow to hell.
Tim Powers, The Anubis Gates
We are badly made Gods. Gods cast out into a Hell of their making.
Kneel Downe, The Copper Cascade: A Virulent ChapBook