User manual GAMES PC GABRIEL KNIGHT 3-BLOOD OF THE DAMNED

[. . . ] `Wasting' was what the doctors scrawled on the death certificate. On the day she slipped from mother's dying womb, Lizbeth was marked with more than the curious beauty spot on her cheek. For father, she became an unutterable symbol of the family's cursed history. Before the blood-caked bedding had even been thrown into the incinerator, the midwife was back in town recounting a new chapter in the book of Covenant rumors. [. . . ] 25 February 1 91 9 Íhe comes and goes without saying much of anything, residing exclusively in the cottage now . when she's not spending time with her plants or off on one of her excursions, that is. While she was away on a recent jaunt to London, I attempted to force my way into her greenhouse. Pausing outside the doorway, I felt as if someone or something was watching my every step. I turned the doorknob, but the door wouldn't budge. When I pushed against the door, it felt as if someone was leaning against it to prevent my entrance. Ïoolish, I know, since no one besides Bethany goes into that dreary hothouse. 25 18 March 1 91 9 Each of my siblings responded differently after the ritual. Åaron, for instance, wallowed deeper and deeper in his loneliness, finding solace only within his art. From the start, she wanted more ­more knowledge and more power. 26 13 September 1 91 9 I asked Bethany if I could accompany her on her ride today. hough the doctor says I shouldn't strain myself, I wanted to see where she goes on these excursions through the woods. It didn't matter though, since she dismissed my request with all the insolence of a spoiled whelp. "Eternal Autumn " was scribbled across its cover. I recognize the scrawl as Bethany's. All of the pages have been ripped from the book. 1 9 Åugust 1 920 Åfter paying another visit to the greenhouse, I grow more convinced that Bethany is cultivating some nefarious plot. I put my boot to the door, demanding she let me in. Her laughter, loaded with spite, mocked my attempt to gain entrance. Íhe knows only too well that I'm too weak to pay off on any threats to break through the door. Íhe whispered to another, but I couldn't make out the stranger's voice. Or another of her mentors? 30 "Leave us, Jeremiah. Conserve what little strength remains. " At this point, I m in no condition to ' confront my sister. 7 January 1 921 Yesterday, Keisinger carried Bethany's corpse into the drawing room. [. . . ] Perhaps a maid whispering at me from the other side of 50 the door, I thought at first. When I got to the door, however, the whisper seemed to be coming from the opposite direction ­yes, it seemed to be coming from outside the window. I carried a candle to the window and put it against the pane ­nothing there. In a dizzying matter of seconds, the sound grew into a voluminous wail, something akin to what you might hear inside a slaughterhouse if the cries of the butchered beasts were amplified to an unnatural reverberation. [. . . ]