James Morrow. Only begotten daughter (№ 55117)

With Satan? Of course, it is. Phoebe unscrewed the jar and made a thorough SIP. Miracle liquid gave her strength, as if filled a protective moat around the heart. Now, a sensible girl got off with a horned horse and would run, she thought, and plunged deeper into the stirrups shoes: any sensible girl do not ever fooling hell.