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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 136

    “The distortions create challenges.”

    That was telling that a construct who could be anywhere and everywhere had trouble with this locale. I still need to know

    “I’m going.”

    “As the goddess wishes,” Eleanor said after bowing.

    This was new behaviour for Clara and admittedly did not like it. While she was a goddess, she preferred her allies to treat her as an equal.

    “Stop that,” Clara said.

    Eleanor did not appear to be bothered by that order. Nevertheless, Clara smiled warmly before moving in to hug the angel.

    Her choice at showing a measure of affection was soon awkward. Eleanor did not return the hug and might as well have been carved from granite. When Clara pulled away her smile was crooked, parted just enough to see a solid row of perfect teeth.

    Photo-realistic picture of a first nations woman in a plain white flowing gown, black hair, black eyes, and tanned skin. Another woman is dressed as a hiker, dark brown hair, steel-grey eyes. The hiker is hugging the woman in white who looks very uncomfortable.

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  • The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 108

    Clara chuckled as she saw where this was going. They both had insecurities, because this was still new for the both of them… We have yet to set our boundaries

    “See,” Evelyn said. “You get it now…”

    “But?” Clara guessed from the way her voice faded off.

    However,” Evelyn said. “Why introduce me to them at all?”

    That was a great question, one she had yet to flesh out. She knew the choice was instinctual instead of one based on logic or emotion.

    “I guess I want a better understanding of what I’m dealing with,” Clara said.

    a haunting, high-contrast, black and white cinematic photograph of a pale-skinned Greek woman with an ethereal, ghostly complexion and sunken, soulless eyes, recounting a poem in a dimly lit, cramped, and mist-shrouded atmosphere, her voice eerily captivating the attention of the audience, who appear visibly distressed, nauseated, and on the verge of collapse, as if being slowly poisoned by her haunting words, their complexions pale and sweaty, their eyes sunken and glassy, the air thick with an aura of foreboding and dread, the spotlight casting an unsettling glow on the woman's gaunt face, accentuating the sharp angles and contours of her features, every detail meticulously captured in the frame, from the threads of her worn, velvet cloak to the delicate curve of her lips, frozen in a haunting, macabre serenity.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 144

    Through experience, Marc had learned that paying for the occasional round of drinks went a long way to maintaining morale. Tonight his choice to buy a couple of bottles met several objectives…

    Earlier that day, Sergeant Séez had run into trouble. The man looked every bit like the Spanish, including that suave machismo they were known for.

    This morning he had to break up a fight between two soldiers. They had both fallen for the same girl and were willing to kill the other to prove themselves the better suitor. I don’t miss mothering the soldiers.

    Picture focused on two uniformed men fighting. In the background a beautiful Spanish woman watches with a distressed look on her face. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Roaring Twenties Slang

    The Roaring Twenties is featured heavily in my earlier works. Since some of my characters carry on through to modern times, the unique language indicative of this period follows along as well.

    To help new readers situation themselves with the language of the period, I’ve compiled a list of slang from that era.

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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.

    Picture of a woman with a book open. Her chin is resting on ehr hands, eyes half open, and neutral lips. Image by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.
    Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pexels.


  • 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.

    Picture of a stone angel with wings outstretched. Image by S. Hermann and F. Richter from Pixabay.
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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.

    Picture of a zipper fitted on a pair of denim jeans. Source Pixabay.com.
    Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.


  • 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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