“That. Looks ominous.”
The team stared up at the gate.
“It looks beautiful.”
It had to be at least a hundred feet tall at its apex.
“It seems rather expensive.”
It was either made out of solid gold – unlikely – or gilded over the entire edifice.
“It seems rather gaudy.”
The whole thing had been sculpted or molded with flourishes, pineapples,
arches, and scrolls. There was not more than a six-inch span of straight line anywhere in the entire structure.
“Not to mention shiny.”
There were cabochons set into the gold, mostly yellow stones, reflecting light even more brightly than the metal did.
It was, after all, a gate. The doors were not solid, but they were made of some sort of woven mesh. The largest holes through the mesh were the size of Alexa’s fist, the smallest not wide enough to allow a hair through. The gate was set into an equally-shiny but black-silver fence, every bit as tall and every bit as impassible.
“Not to mention impossible.” Peter’s instruments did not seem to like the thing.
“Well.” They stepped up to the gate, studying it. Glaring at it. Contemplating it, as were their wonts. Cole cleared his throat. “I say we knock.”
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