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"Lorelei of the Red Mist" is a short story co-written by Leigh Brackett and Ray Bradbury, first published in "Planet Stories" magazine in 1946.
In 'Lorelay of the Red Mist', Stark meets Lorelei, a mysterious and fascinating Martian with supernatural powers. As Stark becomes entangled in his world, he discovers that Lorelai is not who she seems and is caught up in a complex web of Martian politics and intrigue.
The collaboration between Leigh Brackett and Ray Bradbury in "The Lorelei of the Red Mist" demonstrates their shared interest in creating vivid, atmospheric worlds filled with exotic landscapes and compelling characters. Bradbury's poetic style and Brackett's adventurous abilities combine to create a story that blends elements of fantasy, romance, and space mystery.

Summary
He died?and then awakened in a new body.
He found himself on a world of bizarre loveliness, a powerful, rich man. He took pleasure in his turn of good luck ... until he discovered that his new body was hated by all on this strange planet, that his soul was owned by Rann, devil-goddess of Falga, who was using him for her own gain.

The Company dicks were good. They were plenty good. Hugh Starke began to think maybe this time he wasn't going to get away with it.
His small stringy body hunched over the control bank, nursing the last ounce of power out of the Kallman. The hot night sky of Venus fled past the ports in tattered veils of indigo. Starke wasn't sure where he was any more. Venus was a frontier planet, and still mostly a big X, except to the Venusians?who weren't sending out any maps. He did know that he was getting dangerously close to the Mountains of White Cloud. The backbone of the planet, towering far into the stratosphere, magnetic trap, with God knew what beyond. Maybe even God wasn't sure.

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Lorelei of the Red Mist