Alison Rose’s Reviews > Isola > Status Update

Then, all was still.
Rousing myself, I felt ghostly, weightless.
I wondered if I had died. I rose from my bed and imagined that I was floating.
No. My head hit hard against the low stone ceiling, and with a sob of pain and disappointment, I fell to my knees. I was alive, and I must hurt while I was living.

Then I wished we were alone, so we could finish speaking. I wished he might confess again, even if I must berate him. This was how his words worked on me. I was awake & dreaming, confused, and drawn to him. He had endangered and delighted me so that I could no longer choose when to consider or ignore him. He who had admired me from a distance now seized my imagination. His sound was silver. His eyes were fixed on me.

I lost all sense of time. I knew only my disgrace. That I deserved to drown, was corrupt&vile. These were the lessons Roberval taught me. But as my misery increased, my guardian's voice grew gentle, comforting. Looking up, I saw that he was pleased, not angry. I was sport for him&he enjoyed catching me. Like a hunter, he might slit my throat or carry me off as he liked. I might struggle; even so, he would possess me.

'In any case, I would rather know than wonder. Anticipation is worse than anything.'

[Ah, our Marguerite has an anxiety disorder! Game recognizes game, mademoiselle.]