Minos growled, a sound like grinding stones, and turned back to a trembling soul before him. As the sinner confessed their life of lust, Minos ’s tail lashed out, encircling his body exactly . With a silent, horrific velocity, the soul was flung into the dark air, sucked into the vortex to join the millions already swirling there.
"A Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it," she whispered. "That day, we read no further." Inferno Episodio 2 di 7
"O weary souls!" Dante cried out. "Come speak to us, if none deny it!" Minos growled, a sound like grinding stones, and
"Keep your head down," Dante shouted over the roar, though the words were instantly snatched from his lips. Virgil, composed even in the face of the tempest, merely pointed toward a massive, jagged throne of rock where a figure loomed, colossal and grotesque. "A Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it," she whispered
Virgil stepped forward, his voice a calm anchor in the chaos. "Hinder not his fated going. It is so willed where power is what it wills; ask no more."