A short story. The eight deadly sins wreak havoc in a girl's life in 18th century France.
"Knowing he would seek to work his wiles on me (again) and (frankly) not being in the mood for it, I waited until Lust was flying away before I arrived on the scene to wreak my own form of havoc with our practice targets. Pausing next to the open carriage door, I watched his taut, bare derriere and his slate-gray wings with their red edges vanish into the distance, then I surveyed the damage he’d wrought.