The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 283

“Gods do not exist,” Silky said.

“Goddess… the tits are a dead giveaway on the correct term to use. You know, for someone who claims to know corpses, you have a narrow mind.”

That was a line Clara used on Julia when the werewolf insisted that ghosts did not exist.

“She’s lying,” Silky said by turning around to face the leader.

This allowed Clara to further finalise her plan. All I need is a sign.

“Her greatest feat?” Julia teased.

“What was her greatest feat?” Adam asked, that tone hinting that he was nearing the end of humouring her.

“Her heart stopped for a fortnight, and three days after she  walked once more amongst us.”

That was her cue to get ready.

“Like…”

a dramatic, high-contrast, cinematic photograph, reminiscent of a Baroque-era Biblical painting, where a striking woman, with a rich, dark, chestnut-brown hair, flowing down her back, and large, sweeping, black feathers sprouting from her shoulders, rises from the dead, her eyes cast upwards, with an ethereal, golden light illuminating her tranquil, determined face, with olive-toned skin, and delicate, yet strong facial structure, her lips parted, as if taking a deep breath of new life, her tattered, cream-colored robes, with golden trim, fluttering, as if blown by an unseen wind, amidst a dark, gradient background, with subtle, warm undertones, evoking a sense of mystery and rebirth.

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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