The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 22

Clara looked at Silver, the goddess of the moon and crossroads. She too was young and perfect, her skin ever aglow in silver light. While she was used to dealing with the goddess, she rarely did so face to face. 

“How long?” Clara asked. 

“For letting me stretch out my legs?” Silver asked. “They will be in that state until the sun rises.”

Angels got their power primarily from the light of God. The sun would grant them what they needed to break free. Until then, they were slowed down to levels Clara could not fathom. Every second in our time means a year for them

“Thank you,” Clara said. “You’re the bee’s knees tonight…”

 detailed, loose, and expressive rough pencil sketch of a hand-drawn caricature of a bee posing with exaggerated confidence, dressed in a lavish flapper outfit complete with a flowing fringe dress, a beaded necklace, and a stylish headband, showcasing its knees with a sassy attitude, set against a subtle, textured paper background that evokes the nostalgia of the 1920s United States, with bold, expressive pencil marks that convey the energy and vibrancy of the era, warm golden tones, and subtle paper texture that adds a touch of authenticity to the piece, with the bee's face featuring large, expressive eyes, a small nose, and a charming smile, its body rendered in soft, rounded lines, and its knees adorned with intricate, lace-like details that add to the overall glamour of the image.

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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