The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 156

13 February 2025

“I should get going,” Jack said.

“Fine…” Clara said. “Evelyn is a sultry vampire who knows how to get me off every time.”

At least this version gave her words a flair for the fantastical which might keep him talking.

It was said that the eyes were the windows to the soul and he proved telling. Quick as a flash, Clara caught a mix of confusion and surprise reflected in those irises. However, Jack broke into a laugh once more, which pushed out any remaining emotions from his eyes.

a cinematic nighttime photograph of a statuesque woman with raven-black hair, piercing emerald green eyes, and porcelain-like pale skin, adorned in a lavish, intricately designed formal gown, set against the rustic, fog-shrouded backdrop of a 1900s Canadian coastal mining town, with aged wooden buildings, lantern-lit streets, and misty atmosphere, evoking a sense of nostalgia and mystique, captured with a shallow depth of field, emphasizing the subject's elegance and sophistication, while the town's ruggedness and industrial heritage subtly peek through the darkness.

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.