This was an almost perfect face, with a conquering smile, a flattering nose, sultry lips, marvelous hair and in her eyes, in her eyes there was hell.

Who is she, what's her name?  Who could have transformed the flame in uncontrollable fire? who could have turned the river into dryness? who made a plain out of the mountain? Who could have planted not seeds but a handful of thorns? Who can transform the sweetness into bitterness? Who is the demon who has taken control of the expression, of the heart, of the reason and of the most intimate thoughts? Who is the one who must have everything with abundant grace and then turns into a panting demon?...continued>