Books Similar To Dante's Inferno Novels & Stories

"We need to move fast." I nodded and started searching. Books spilled everywhere—first editions, rare volumes, Matteo's obsessions made physical. Damian dismissed the others, giving us privacy. He crouched beside me. "What are we looking for?" "Something only I would recognize." I rifled through memories. "He loved Dante. Read me Inferno as a kid. He said everyone needs to know what hell looks like." "Smart man." Twenty minutes later, I found it. Leather-bound Inferno, but the weight was wrong. I opened it carefully.

What did he even see in her that he didn't see in Paula. "Are you okay?" Paolo asked his sister. "Dante rejected me because of that little bitch called Camilla" she told her brother. "I told you so, Dante likes her a lot, a really stupid decision if you ask me because what exactly can she offer him? Such a girl is only good as a concubine. But then has Dante ever made any good decisions?" Paolo asked. "if that bitch is out of the way, he would be mine" Paolo said. "Why do you even want him? There are several men who would give an arm and a leg to have you" Paolo asked.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

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Always. The cold dungeon in reminded him of Dante's Inferno. Sebestian had never liked when he read those kinds of books. He called them "guilt-inducing" and then would offer Adom a half dozen alternatives. He had had a lot of time to read though, and Dante's trilogy had been some of the books which stuck in his mind. "It's good that you came so willingly." Brandon's voice dripped with condescension. "I'll give you a treat for doing so well."

Lord of the Rings War and Peace Frankenstein The Great Gatsby My feet halted near the Classics section. I could sense the heat of his gaze on my back. He was observing what book I would choose. ‘Paradise Lost!’ My hand itched, and I took it out. I had read a part of it but never got to complete it. Maybe I should. I was literally living with a devil, so why not read about one too. The iconic cover had gold text clashing with a red background like heaven's light scorching through hell's flames. A visual war portraying the epic poem's cosmic stakes.

Grabbing it, I wedged it under the lid of the nearest crate and pried it open. The lid popped off with a loud creak, and what I saw inside made my stomach drop. Weapons. Hundreds of them. High-grade military rifles, explosives, everything you’d need to wage a small war. I cursed under my breath. This was bigger than I had imagined. They weren’t just planning another bombing—this was an arsenal, enough firepower to destabilize the entire city. I didn’t have time to think before I heard footsteps behind me. One of the men had followed me into the container.

Jon had no idea what his client looked like and could not remember talking to him. "Dante… Dante…" Jon murmured as he recalled the 14th century Italian writer and his Divine Comedy. There were three parts to the epic poem, but for some reason, Jon only thought of the first one – Inferno. The images of hell flooded his mind – tormented souls that reside in the nine circles of hell. For a moment, he thought he could hear cries of anguish and pain as well as see writhing bodies amidst the red flames and scorching heat.

Living in this place was like living in hell. My life had been in hell since I had fallen for my step brother. It was wrong. But, I knew that was what I had wanted. What I had wished for. What I had always dreamed of having. He had everything I wanted and just didn't have the time for me. Staring out the window, my whole body shook. The cool wind rolled through the shirt I wore. At every point in this white shirt, I felt free. Inhaling the misty scent that filled the air, I turned. Walking back inside the room.