The Van Helsing Impetus – Excerpt No. 184

The wind hit them both. With it came thousands of scents carried on by the wind. Rain was falling from the heavens, with every droplet reflecting the surrounding cityscape. 

“Tears from the heavens,” Clara mused.

Evelyn elbowed Clara in the ribs and pouted. 

“I’m the artiste, ma chère,” Evelyn said.

Picture focused on a gentleman holding an umbrella walking in the rain. If the background the burred lights of a city. Image by Zeeshaan Shabbir from Pexels.


Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pexels.



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