The Revenge of Kali-Ra
Chapter One
Trapped by a Monsoon
Nadia Wentworth turned the slightly mildewed page. "God," she said.
"This is so totally cool."
Kali-Ra strode about the marble floors of the Temple of the Chosen
with the gait of a jungle cat. Her green eyes narrowed and emitted a
peculiar light, a light that the privileged few of her fanatic
followers who had been permitted to bask in the heady presence of
their mistress knew only too well. "I am displeased," she said in a
purring, velvety tone. "I have been disobeyed, and now the meddling
Englishman, Raymond Vernon, has been allowed to escape."
Gasps of fear came from the mouths of the faithful in the temple.
When it took on that purr, Kali-Ra's low, cruel voice was a
precursor to the wickedest, the vilest, and the most fiendishly
devised punishments and tortures.
Nadia, a small, dark woman in her twenties, and one of Hollywood's
three most bankable female stars, shifted on the bed, producing
horrible squeaks from the ancient springs, eager to learn just what
the merciless Kali-Ra had in mind for those who had let her down.
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