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I’m Jaz Parks. CIA assassin. Black Belt. Belly dancer at the Corpus Christi Winter Festival. The last is cover for my latest mission: retrieve a vital piece of biotechnology by killing the maniac who stole it. The thief is not your run-of-the-mill nut job, either. He’s Chien-Lung, an obsessive vamp who’s invulnerable while wearing his armour – which is constantly.
Then there are the reavers, ancient fiends who murder innocents and eat their souls. Only I can sense them. So it’s not long before they want me dead, dead, dead.
And did I mention the nightmares? They’re not your garden variety sit-up-and-screamers. These suckers may actually kill me before the reavers do.
Then there are the reavers, ancient fiends who murder innocents and eat their souls. Only I can sense them. So it’s not long before they want me dead, dead, dead.
And did I mention the nightmares? They’re not your garden variety sit-up-and-screamers. These suckers may actually kill me before the reavers do.
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