Limbo?

[Terrance]

Didn't Dali have a chocolate room. 

New York must have been for her a city of smoke, its streets
the courtyards of limbo, its bodies like wraiths. 

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/09256a.htm

Stencil, seated on the sink, wagging his shoulder blades
like wings? 

Interregnum between kingdoms of death. 

Work, far from being a means to glorify God and one's own
godliness (as the Puritans believed) was for Stencil grim,
joyless; a conscious acceptance of the unpleasant for no
other reason than that V. was there to track down.

The sense of "blood" weakened.

Hothouse sense of time

Sons and friend of the originals

The girls stood silent. They were camp followers of a sort
and expendable. Or at least could be replaced. 

Slab, a dissolute angel with sad purple rings beneath his
eyes. 

http://dalionline.com/purgat.html