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Babel

I have lost the gift of tongues, or perhaps I never knew how to speak at all. In dreams, I have seen the tower crumbling and felt my throat closed against my fellow humans, my voice crumbling, too, never to be heard again.

The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep - 6

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The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep - 6

December, 1919 The house was in a furore. We could hear it from several houses away, and Mr Apostol’s steps faltered. ‘That can’t be good,’ he commented. I stopped to listen. The main voice I heard was Clare’s, though I could not make out the words. Many women combined pitch with volume when trying to make themselves heard, and their voices became shrill. Clare’s did not. What she neglected in pitch, she made up in even still greater volume, and her tirade broke over us from a hundred-yard distance in the inexorable bass rumble of an approaching train. That was not the sound of her grief. The woman was

Psalmody 7 2017

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Psalmody 7 2017

Death holds no sting for the dead; the blind do not fear the dark, nor does silence weigh heavy on the deaf. My pain is a fragile thing, flimsy and foundless. I have been told to be not anxious about any little thing --- the Lord is my shield. But, God, I feel death near, and sometimes I am alone in the dark and the silence, and I fear. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 6 2017

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Psalmody 6 2017

As red the blood that washes clean my sins, and white the water flowing through my hands, so let each word I scriven crimson be, each word I utter gleam like fallen snow. Oh, Lord, take up my pen and grasp my tongue, and let no speech or scrawl of mine spread hate, but closer draw humanity to love. Shall white and scarlet in my soul entwine, my purity and passion mimic Thine. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 5 2017

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Psalmody 5 2017

Fifty-nine beads, wood and glass. The words pass over and under one another, weaving a familiar song. And I remember all the years held safe between one Mother and the other. Flesh and spirit wove a song of fifty-nine beads. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 4 2017

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Psalmody 4 2017

Come, Spirit. Breathe, Spirit. Inspire. The universe is seldom kind, stealing as often as it gives. Life ebbs and flows like the tide, and sometimes, I feel like the shore, worn away inch by inch, year by year. But the Spirit moves like wind, directing the waves, and there must be a purpose. Looking back, a pattern emerges, each event pouring into the next, and I discover, that every joy has a distant root in pain. I am a lustrous pearl, growing bright from my wounds. Come, Spirit. Breathe, Spirit. Inspire. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 3 2017

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Psalmody 3 2017

Send me forward, Lord, with open eyes; blind faith shuffles, stumbles, falls. Let me see You in the earth, the sea, the sky, the faces all around me, every beating heart. Let me learn You from the brushstrokes Your creation left behind. Let me seek you in the atoms and the waves, the fingerprints in the cosmic clay, the things that change and the immutable. Let me seek and search and someday find. If I can see, then I will run, shuffling no more. I will believe like a child, whose favorite word is 'Why?' --- To support my writing, please visit www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 2 2017

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Psalmody 2 2017

I am to love my neighbour as myself, to offer my humanity and help. So says the Lord my God, who shaped my soul. Yet, 'Hate your body!' cries the frenzied world, and bids me look with horror on the face my Father sculpted with His loving hands. What love can neighbours hope for in a place where love of self has faithlessly been banned? The world may do its worst, may rage and rail; I'll love myself and thee till strength should fail. --- To support my writing, please visit www.patreon.com/mrgraham
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Babel

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Babel

I have lost the gift of tongues, or perhaps I never knew how to speak at all. In dreams, I have seen the tower crumbling and felt my throat closed against my fellow humans, my voice crumbling, too, never to be heard again.

The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep - 6

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The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep - 6

December, 1919 The house was in a furore. We could hear it from several houses away, and Mr Apostol’s steps faltered. ‘That can’t be good,’ he commented. I stopped to listen. The main voice I heard was Clare’s, though I could not make out the words. Many women combined pitch with volume when trying to make themselves heard, and their voices became shrill. Clare’s did not. What she neglected in pitch, she made up in even still greater volume, and her tirade broke over us from a hundred-yard distance in the inexorable bass rumble of an approaching train. That was not the sound of her grief. The woman was

Psalmody 7 2017

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Psalmody 7 2017

Death holds no sting for the dead; the blind do not fear the dark, nor does silence weigh heavy on the deaf. My pain is a fragile thing, flimsy and foundless. I have been told to be not anxious about any little thing --- the Lord is my shield. But, God, I feel death near, and sometimes I am alone in the dark and the silence, and I fear. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 6 2017

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Psalmody 6 2017

As red the blood that washes clean my sins, and white the water flowing through my hands, so let each word I scriven crimson be, each word I utter gleam like fallen snow. Oh, Lord, take up my pen and grasp my tongue, and let no speech or scrawl of mine spread hate, but closer draw humanity to love. Shall white and scarlet in my soul entwine, my purity and passion mimic Thine. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 5 2017

P

Psalmody 5 2017

Fifty-nine beads, wood and glass. The words pass over and under one another, weaving a familiar song. And I remember all the years held safe between one Mother and the other. Flesh and spirit wove a song of fifty-nine beads. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 4 2017

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Psalmody 4 2017

Come, Spirit. Breathe, Spirit. Inspire. The universe is seldom kind, stealing as often as it gives. Life ebbs and flows like the tide, and sometimes, I feel like the shore, worn away inch by inch, year by year. But the Spirit moves like wind, directing the waves, and there must be a purpose. Looking back, a pattern emerges, each event pouring into the next, and I discover, that every joy has a distant root in pain. I am a lustrous pearl, growing bright from my wounds. Come, Spirit. Breathe, Spirit. Inspire. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 3 2017

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Psalmody 3 2017

Send me forward, Lord, with open eyes; blind faith shuffles, stumbles, falls. Let me see You in the earth, the sea, the sky, the faces all around me, every beating heart. Let me learn You from the brushstrokes Your creation left behind. Let me seek you in the atoms and the waves, the fingerprints in the cosmic clay, the things that change and the immutable. Let me seek and search and someday find. If I can see, then I will run, shuffling no more. I will believe like a child, whose favorite word is 'Why?' --- To support my writing, please visit www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 2 2017

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Psalmody 2 2017

I am to love my neighbour as myself, to offer my humanity and help. So says the Lord my God, who shaped my soul. Yet, 'Hate your body!' cries the frenzied world, and bids me look with horror on the face my Father sculpted with His loving hands. What love can neighbours hope for in a place where love of self has faithlessly been banned? The world may do its worst, may rage and rail; I'll love myself and thee till strength should fail. --- To support my writing, please visit www.patreon.com/mrgraham

Psalmody 1 2017

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Psalmody 1 2017

Today is ashes - all men die; to dust we will return. Our time here passes swiftly by, and there is much to learn. So in these solemn days take part - be silent in yourself. In stretching hands to other hearts, we find our truest wealth. --- To support my writing, please visit https://www.patreon.com/mrgraham

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USA Today bestselling author M.R. Graham is a native Texan who traces strong cultural roots back to Scotland, Poland, England, and Germany. A mild-mannered Latin teacher during the day, Graham transforms at night into a raging Holmesian loremaster and rabid novelist.
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DeeryDeerthHobbyist General Artist
happy birthday!
QuiEstInLiterisProfessional Writer

Thank you. I don't exactly deserve notice at this point. But thank you.

DeeryDeerthHobbyist General Artist
well, as long as you are still more or less active and pop up in my inbox from time to time... that is good enough for me :D
StrixVanAllenHobbyist General Artist
Here's the dangers of neglecting social media: since I have few active followers on wattpad, I rarely get there. I want to thank you for the kind comments on Bram's Vampire Hunter Handbook (this thing: www.wattpad.com/myworks/122596… ). It was the biggest act of nerdery that I have pulled off in the last years, and is less an effort to 'put down the rules' (they are already ingrained in my head, even if I'm not always conscious of them) and more a 'let's see how deep goes the rabbit role'. I'm glad you found it compelling.

The thing is almost complete (minus a chapter on other monsters and one on other monster hunters and supernatural societies) here, to anyone curious about it: www.deviantart.com/strixvanall…

Again, thank you for taking your time to read this exercise. It meas a lot, because I love your Van Helsing Legacy series. I hope your success keeps growing. ^^
QuiEstInLiterisProfessional Writer
xDD Oh my gosh! You're so welcome.
And I'm almost never on DA, anymore. I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to reply. Really need to sit down and catch up, here. 
<3 
But yes, I love the thought you've put into this amazing world you've built! It's so detailed and internally consistent and I just love it. <3
StrixVanAllenHobbyist General Artist
It's fine, I also have been busy. Thank you so much again. ^^ I need to read your most recent chapters, my readings are pilling up in a worrying speed. XD
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I hope you have a beautiful day, wonderful soul. :heart: