![]() Graves descended the staircase just in time to join us. The next night, the Graves and I had dinner a bit later than usual. She seemed so out of sorts I wondered if she had been eating enough. I thought her behavior was strange, but I did remember she had recently been feeling unwell. She was gone before I could even respond. The sight of fresh blood, perhaps… Please excuse me.” Rook,” she said as she regained her composure. She then snapped out of whatever trance she was in before scurrying several feet back. So incredibly shocked was I, but I managed to dodge out of her way. I began to explain that I was not badly hurt, but to my surprise, she bared her sharp, white teeth and hissed like a cat before lunging toward me. Her scarlet eyes were suddenly fixed on my wounded hand, and she appeared distracted. ![]() “Alphonse Rook a pleasure to meet you!” I said, setting the knife down and stepping away from the cutting board. “Forgive me,” she said in a languid tone, “for I did not mean to frighten you. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but her eyes almost seemed to glimmer red. It was difficult to tell her age, for she looked young but wore a stiff, old-fashioned dress and tarnished, antiquated jewelry. Pray, do not be as clumsy as I am!) Turning, I saw a woman standing in the doorway. (It is so important to be careful in the kitchen. The sound of a voice startled me, and I accidentally nicked my finger while slicing some ingredients. ![]() I became so absorbed in a kitchen task a few days ago that I was up well past dusk. I suppose I should not complain, for I have had much fun testing recipes from the old cookbook. Surely, that would jolt me into a creative spell. If only something exciting would happen-something the tiniest bit strange or even frightening. My days have surely been pleasant and happy, and I am having an enjoyable time at Bluewraith Manor, but I cannot help but feel a little restless. You would scold me for saying this, but my life is oft not remarkably interesting. I have sat down several times to begin the tale but struggled to even put the pen to paper. Isabella, I wish I had good news to report concerning my novel, but I have made no progress at all. I am sure there is a very logical explanation for the name of the place! ![]() (Your botanical illustrations are always my favorite!) I do wonder, is the isle truly unlucky? But my imagination is running wild again. Your trip thus far sounds like a wonderful success! I much enjoyed looking at your sketches of the lighthouse and some of the plant life on the Isle of Ill Fortune. ![]()
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