The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 143

The church was in ruins, so the doorway could be anywhere. Given the passage of time the scorch marks denoting ground zero were erased by mother nature and time… I have no idea where to start

Clara felt a tug, as though she were being pulled in two separate directions. It was slight and purposefully so, a sign that the goddesses wanted to come out and play.

She had seen Hecate deal with her sisters splitting from the whole. Clara swore that Silver had to physically hold back her sisters from breaking away.

“Please,” Silver said.

After a quick nod, the tugging sensation returned with a vengeance. In the span of a heartbeat a copy of Clara stood a foot apart, who then took the visual traits of the goddess.

a highly detailed, cinematic photograph of a woman with a slender build, fair skin, and long, curly brown hair, dressed in worn, earth-toned hiking gear, including a backpack and trekking poles, walking amidst the overgrown ruins of a grand, centuries-old church, its Gothic architecture and stone walls cloaked in a tapestry of lush, vibrant jungle foliage, with rays of warm, golden light filtering through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the moss-covered stones below, the atmosphere thick with the sounds of exotic birds and rustling leaves, evoking a sense of adventure, discovery, and mystery.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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