" Far below, the purple mist parted and an ornate tram rose out of the fug. It was a work of art, as exquisite as anything Nita might have found in her own land. Looping gold-plated filigree covered the outside. The brass-work was polished to a glorious sheen, and the wood was flawless ebony. “It’s… magnificent.” “What did you expect?” “Well, from the way you’ve described them, I expected a ferryman guiding something from the gates of hell.” “Mmm. And who’s to say this ain’t what that looks like?” The "

― Joseph R. Lallo , Free-Wrench (Free-Wrench #1)