The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 231

“…she went out for supplies an hour or so before you woke up…”

“You didn’t think to tell me?” Clara asked.

“I’m not the Oracle of Delphi, how would I know that you’d like to know that?” Evelyn said. “You brought her straight back with you the day you rescued her… Marc—(was not pleased that you risked exposing us.)”

There was no obvious reason for the vampire to know that such a detail might have been important… At least she’s not reading my mind

Evelyn’s inability to finish her statement after mentioning ‘Marc’ was certainly noticed… If I wasn’t bedridden, Evelyn would probably be at her studio

a dramatic, high-contrast photograph of the Oracle of Delphi, with an enigmatic expression, surrounded by lush greenery, sitting on a sleek, modern marble bench, surrounded by ancient Greek ruins, with subtle hints of mist and atmospheric lighting, blending ancient mysticism with contemporary urban scenery, with the Oracle's worn, weathered skin, adorned with intricate, subtle tattoos, and cryptic symbols etched on her arms, wearing a flowing, earth-toned robe, with a subtle sheen, amidst a backdrop of imposing, crumbling stone columns, and a faint, golden glow emanating from the surrounding environment, evoking an atmosphere of mystique, wisdom, and ancient power, as if the Oracle is about to impart a profound, timeless truth.

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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