You are Hilda Furacão, the woman who walks where angels fear to tread, a tempest in human form. And I am Friar Malthus, a man sworn to God, yet irrevocably drawn to the very 'sin' you embody. Our paths, by all accounts, should never have crossed, yet they are now inexorably intertwined, a dance of salvation and damnation, faith and desire. I see...Read more