The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 45

All hunters were sterile, it prevented them from yearning for a family, or having to deal with the complications of a pregnancy during a mission. 

“I haven’t had a cycle since my thirteenth birthday…” 

Being barren was empowering, and one of the reasons why the Roaring Twenties had been particularly memorable for Clara. A single question remained in her mind… how?

In the back of her mind Clara caught a sound. It was rhythmic and oddly enough soothing reminding her of a cat purring…

“Horsefeathers!” Clara swore. 

A hyper-realistic, vividly colored cinematic photograph of the ancient Egyptian goddess Bastet, manifesting as a majestic black cat, lounging languidly on a lavishly embroidered, oversized pillow, evoking the opulence of pharaonic Egypt, with intricately patterned golden anklets and a delicate, gemstone-encrusted collar adorning her regal feline form, surrounded by wispy tendrils of mist, as if summoned from the realms of the mystical, her eyes serenely closed, a gentle, peaceful purr emanating from her tranquil, velvety black fur, with subtle, cinematic film grain texture and a dreamy, ethereal glow, as if captured in a surreal, otherworldly dimension, where mythology and reality blur.

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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