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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Two souls, one male and one female, connected by a dark secret in their past, are forced to travel from body to body. They meet for a final confrontation in a private London club. Having been priests and nuns, killers, spies, and assassins, they are both now seeking a respite. What she is willing to do to find it is beyond belief.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: David Copperfield's Tales of the Impossible, ed. David Copperfield, Janet Berliner and Martin H. Greenberg, 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2003

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I smiled. The tall, bearded man they called the Jackal returned the smile and adjusted the screws on his elaborate oak carving board. The metal pierced the meat and the blood flowed warm and red.

"I'm curious, Mr. Ramirez--"

"Carlos, please."

The Jackal lifted a ten-inch Solingen knife from its case and drew it carefully, knowingly, over its companion sharpening stone. I watched his hands. Long and tapered, they moved with a sureness born of much practice. I imagined them playing with my flesh and shivered. It had been a long time since I'd found myself so attracted to any man. I looked at the red velvet chaise in the corner of the Victoria Club's private dining room, visualized the seduction scene in "Funny Girl," and reminded myself that Carlos Ramirez was my opponent.

No matter how great the temptation, I could not allow myself to succumb to my old weakness and go to bed with him ... not unless I was willing to relinquish control. He had corrupted me once; I could not give him the chance to take on my strength again, not when I was so close to the last stage of my journey. I had come too far to let him to blunt my resolve. For the moment, I held the advantage over the world's top assassin. I would keep it that way, no matter what argument my primal hormones gave me. If I indulged myself, I could only lose.

Still, I did need to seduce him into playing my game. What better way ....

With enormous effort of will, I shook myself free of the bondage of old memories: a small, bare room and a narrow cot; his monk's habit crumpled on the floor, mine pulled to my thighs, our bodies coupling to the music of a Gregorian chant floating in through the barred window from the monastery's quadrangle.

"Do you visit London often?" I asked. "They seem to know you well here, at the Victoria." My glance strayed to the knife in his hand. "Well enough to--"

"To allow me to carve the meat myself," he said, smiling as he finished my sentence. "I dine--and play--here several times a year. And, yes, I have entertained other lovely women in this room. You are very lovely, Miss Harris, not to speak of being an outrageous poker player ... an irresistible combination."

"You call me an outrageous player! Just a few hours ago, you made the most flamboyant play I've ever seen. You took a small fortune off me with that crazy play of yours."