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  • The Van Helsing Impetus – Excerpt No. 116

    “Oh, non!” Evelyn exclaimed.

    That outburst had been enough to draw Marc’s attention. While he had been in a different part of their residence, he was soon looking over her shoulder. He did not say anything at first, busy taking in a view of what happened.

    “They must have anticipated this manoeuvre,” Marc said bluntly.

    “That’s not helping,” Evelyn said through a clenched jaw.

    While Clara was still breathing she had been knocked unconscious. She was at the mercy of Cecil and Ada, and it was hard to imagine a worse situation to be in.

    “How soon can we make it to our gate?” Evelyn asked.

    Marc looked down at her and cocked a brow. She had seen that look before, and it seldomly had a positive connotation to it. It was those half-closed eyes that were on the verge of rolling towards the ceiling, that said ‘here we go again.’ Normally her sire would relent and let her indulge in her humanity.

    “No,” Marc said.

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  • The Van Helsing Impetus – Excerpt No. 59

    “You mean those eyes, dark hair, and elfin ears?” Evelyn asked without waiting for a response. “That was fifty years after your death, and family traits can carry across countless generations.”

    It challenged many to be reminded that their beauty was not unique to this world. Despite Evelyn having captured her likeness in granite, none of her traits were necessarily unique, merely the precise combination of them. Even then, it was possible to find someone who shared many of her traits in spite of being from a different lineage.

    “Besides,” Evelyn said. “Unlike the genuine article, Ada did not show interest in my advances. So, I focused my attention on those who would.”

    “Hard to imagine anyone could say no to you,” Clara teased.

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  • Into the Wild – Excerpt No. 7

    The lawyer bit her lower lip while checking out Julia’s attire. All of her clothes were new, as in the only things she found in the donation box that fit her. She had on a faded pair of jeans rolled up because they were too long, a plain t-shirt, and a spring windbreaker that was two sizes too big. I’m wearing everything I own.

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  • On the Edge of Tomorrow – Excerpt No. 8

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  • Surf and Turf – Excerpt No. 4

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  • Into the Fog – Excerpt No. 5

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  • Alcohol and Wings – Excerpt No. 5

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  • Charon’s Toll – Excerpt No. 6

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  • Stone to Flesh – Excerpt No. 3

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  • Shell Shocked – Part II

    “Wake up,” Mason said.

    Breanna snapped up from the console, and left a puddle of drool on the surface. Her eyelids felt as though they weighed a ton, and with some effort she managed to pry them open. What a shame, the world turned out to be nothing more than a haze.

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    As her eyes focused on Mason, she realised that her mind had been exploring a memory. Now she hated him even more for taking her out of it.

    “What?” Breanna asked annoyed.

    “Any updates?” Mason queried.

    “What? Oh!” Breanna said while she wiped the drool off her display.

    Her fingers glided over the display with more difficulty than usual, and she grimaced every time the wrong functions were triggered. Breanna’s mind was lingering on that memory and would not compensate for her smaller, thicker, and less agile digits.

    Eventually, she had the information they sought and said, “Nothing yet.”

    Mason asked, “How much time do you need?”

    “The system is running at full capacity,” Breanna said. “Since the shockwave really messed things up, we will need a lot of resources to unravel what happened.”

    Mason looked around the room. In the back corner, Brett was replacing the floor tiles one at a time. Every move he made was slow and laborious; his mind was clearly not in it. All of their minds were wandering.

    “Okay. Go home,” Mason said.

    Breanna blinked several times and was severely tempted to pinch herself. Nonetheless, she thought it best to confirm, “What?”

    “You’re running on fumes,” Mason said. “We all are. So let’s leave these systems on auto. We can check on them tomorrow.”

    Breanna did not need to be told twice. She grabbed her coat and phone before heading towards the door. Then it occurred to her that it was probably sensible to smile and thank him.

    “Thanks,” Breanna said with a meek smile. “Have a good night,” she added, managing to sound sincere.

    Mason spotted Brett trying to make a break for the door, “You’ll need to close up this floor before you leave.”

    Brett looked as though he was about to toss out one of his witty remarks, but reason must have gotten the better of him. Without a word, he turned around and headed directly for the stack of tiles.

    Breanna smiled, and for a split second did not hate Mason that much. Although, this would wear off when that ass reverted to his regular charming self.

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