Poised, a panther glides silently through the low grass, her lithe muscles rippling beneath the silken fur of her flanks, moving with infinite, unimaginable beauty âŚ
Such was Nora, sensual as some proud untamed feline, attractive beyond belief. To see here was to become entranced, to be drawn, irresistibly, into her exotic orbit âŚ
But deep within her bosom, unseen, swelled the savage and primeval instinct of the jungle, the instinct of the beast whose beauty veils a terrible, uncontrollable violence âŚ
The instinct to destroy âŚ