A young woman escapes exploitation and embarks on a strange, transformative journey, forging unexpected connections along the way—a YouTuber who becomes Jesus, a self-proclaimed God who descends into madness, a housewife who turns rebel.

There are no easy miracles in her life. Eighteen-year-old Mariola grows up without a father and with an alcoholic mother. Determined to survive on her own terms, she escapes abuse and reinvents herself as Francesca, beginning a journey across Europe in search of identity, love, and belonging.

From a self-built hut by the Vistula River to the streets of London and beyond, Francesca encounters spiritual eccentrics, accidental prophets, and fractured souls. Each meeting challenges her beliefs about faith, womanhood, and the meaning of salvation.

Vixen is a literary coming-of-age novel about resilience, self-invention, and the quiet rebellion of refusing the lives we are told to accept. For readers of contemporary literary fiction, feminist novels, and stories that blend realism with spiritual and philosophical depth.

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'Now, the menu. What do you wish us to serve?'
'What do you mean? Champagne first, and then, well, we follow tradition.'
'Tradition, meaning?'
'Flesh and blood, of course.'
Mrs Lumley’s fingers instinctively moved to her collar, loosening it slightly. A thin line of sweat formed at her hairline. Mr Goddart savoured the moment, then burst into laughter and slumped back in his chair.
'Tea and cake, Miss Lumley,' he said, crossing one leg over the other. 'Sorry – I’m in a joking mood today.'
'I noticed.' She dabbed her forehead with a tissue. 'I was just about to ask in what form this flesh would be served. Carpaccio is quite popular nowadays.'
'I see. Although I don’t.' He frowned. 'They eat raw animal flesh?'
'Yes, that’s what they seem to enjoy. Thin slices of young cow, drained of blood, served with pine nuts and balsamic dressing.'
'Sliced cow, yuck! You were right – I’ve lost touch with the world a bit.'