Gate Of Babylon Novels & Stories

The palace is surrounded by a soaring cobblestone wall that is only broken up in the middle by a huge iron-wrought gate. I keep staring at it. It is as terrifying as it is lovely. I want to run, and I want to get closer to it at the same time. As we got closer to the iron-wrought gates, my gaze was fixed on the enormous structure. Upon closer inspection, I can see that the iron bars of the gate have been crafted to resemble the Gahndor insignia, which is a two-headed serpent curled in on itself. Their symbol has always seemed appropriate to me, and I even believe the architects made that deliberate decision all those years ago. Everyone is aware that a Gahndor bite can be fatal, after all.

"We aren't here to negotiate a passage. We are here to break the line." Through the yellow fog ahead, the massive shape of the Draconian border station finally broke the dark. It was a monstrous, multi-tiered fortress carved directly into the heart of the subterranean mountain, its lower tiers reinforced with dark red copper plates that sizzled in the acid river. A towering, double-layered gate of solid volcanic glass and copper bars blocked the channel, guarded by a hundred Saurian Janissaries whose long-barreled magma weapons lit up the dark walls like a line of burning coals.

However, this connection between her and this collection of vagabond rebels did nothing to aid his assurance that Chiri would return unscathed from her next assignment. Unestablished as an entity at the time she had met them on the train, the group had chosen to unify under their current title after this event. Only four gateways lending their powers to the Alliance, the Moon Gate was a reference to a power that had been shunned from its walls. The fifth gateway only mentioned in some ancient scriptures, it had become nothing but a myth over the centuries. A gate of the spiritual realm, it was typically associated with life and death. Fabled to transcend the Day and Night Gates as the source

"I say that ALL THEATRES must be shut down! All idle time must be FORBIDDEN! Return to your houses of worship!” It reminded Caitlin of the people who preached from street corners in New York City. In some ways, nothing had changed. They came to another gateway, right in the middle of the street, with a sign that read “Temple Barre, City Gate.” Caitlin was amazed that cities actually had gates. The large, imposing gate was open, for people to pass right through, and Caitlin wondered if they closed it at night. On either side stood more guards.

We halted, shielding our eyes from the overwhelming glow. As the light gradually dimmed, we opened our eyes to an astonishing sight. Before us stood a colossal gate, shimmering with an otherworldly light. Engraved upon it were symbols that seemed ancient and familiar, yet utterly foreign. Our gaze was drawn to a particularly prominent symbol at the gate's center – a symbol that mirrored the one found in the prophecy. It pulsed with an eerie light, casting long shadows that danced around us. Suddenly, the gate began to tremble, the symbol glowing brighter. An indescribable force pulled us towards it, the very air around us seeming to hum with energy. The ground beneath us shook, and a deafeni

"You are Patient Zero. You hold the uncorrupted Source in your blood. You have the power to break the Iron Lady’s leashes. You have the power to tear down the walls. The time for hiding is over, child. You must decide what kind of symbol you are going to be. Will you be the demon they fear, or the shield we need?" Before Baraka could formulate an answer, the heavy, rusted iron floodgate at the entrance of the Warren violently shuddered. The sound was deafening—a massive, concussive BOOM that shook dust from the ancient brick ceiling. The refugees screamed in panic, scattering away from the entrance. The floodgate buckled inward, a massive dent appearing in the center of the thick iron. "Musa

"A locked door only keeps out people who want to break in. It does not keep out truth, or change, or the simple fact that the world has grown too big for her walls." We reached the terrace before the gates and stopped. The doors were massive iron, carved with the double lines of the Order — symbols of separation and safety. Above them, the great seal of the Citadel blazed cold and bright, drawing power from deep within the mountain. Elara's voice rang down from the battlements. "You have come far. You have turned people's heads, broken the barriers we built to keep us safe. Now you think you can walk in and tear down three thousand years of duty and survival. You are wrong. The gates are clo

} Amanda's pulse quickened immediately. Amanda went completely still. The words struck harder than the warning about the movement. “Unreliable?” she whispered. “What does that mean?” {Previous projections should not be treated as certain.} She read it again carefully. She looked toward the fortress, where workers continued moving materials and equipment beneath the afternoon sky. Everything she had built depended on time. She had believed thirty days would be enough for everything. Now even the information that had guided her preparation was changing. Amanda pressed her palm against her stomach, feeling the weight of everything she had to protect. “Then I cannot trust the future anymore.”

Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low "Silence," said Moriah. "Remember where you are. They were heading to the Garde Hundreds had come to the battle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Battle of Blood. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their live