More than that, after tracking him through the jazz joints of Harlem to the everglades in Florida, and on to the Caribbean, 007 realizes that Big is one of the most dangerous men that he has ever faced. James Bond has no time for superstition, he knows that this criminal heavy hitter is also a top SMERSH operative and a real threat to international security. The beautiful, fortune-telling Solitaire is the prisoner (and criminal tool) of Mr Big - master of fear, artist in crime, and Voodoo Baron of Death.
Solitaire watched his eyes on her and nonchalantly drew her forearms together so that the valley between her breasts deepened. Her eyes were blue, alight and disdainful, but, as they gazed into his with a touch of humour, Bond realized that they contained a message. She had high cheekbones and a sensual mouth, and wore a dress of white silk. 'Her hair was black and fell to her shoulders.
How is this for an evocative passage from the second Bond novel?
