If you catch my soul
and place it in a bottle
it will shine brightly
for a day or two--
and die
Black. .
. Suddenly the dungeon itself seemed cold and forbidding. Janet
tensed against her bonds again, screaming when the whip cut her flesh
If you catch my soul
and place it in a bottle
it will shine brightly
for a day or two--
and die
Black. .
. Suddenly the dungeon itself seemed cold and forbidding. Janet
tensed against her bonds again, screaming when the whip cut her flesh
If you catch my soul
and place it in a bottle
it will shine brightly
for a day or two--
and die
Black. .
. Suddenly the dungeon itself seemed cold and forbidding. Janet
tensed against her bonds again, screaming when the whip cut her flesh
