title: Verses From A Deeply Darkened Mind
author:  Mary Genevieve Fortier 
description: <span>"Very moving and atmospheric... I could almost feel a cold breath on the back of my neck!"Graham Masterton.</span><br /><span></span><br /><span></span><br /><span></span><span>"It is no wonder that Mary Genevieve Fortier has been called 'The Modern Day Poe.' She is that good." Blaze McRob</span>
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  [Chapter 9](What_I_Did_For_a_Duke_split_003.html#filepos2340)
  
  Genevieve woke in a marvelous mood as usual to the music of three or four
  noisy birds perched in a tree outside her window. She lifted her hair away
  from her face where it seemed to have adhered during the night, smiled
  faintly, and—
  
  Bloody hell.
  
  Memory, as it would do, came crashing back into place, and along with the
  anvil of misery came to sit on her chest again. She accustomed herself to the
  weight of it, then slid out of bed and made her way to the window and rudely
  pushed aside the curtains. She was tempted to shoo the birds away.
  
  She glanced down at the garden at the place the duke had stood just last
  night.
  
  She must have imagined it, she decided.
  
  Or dreamed it.
  
  At breakfast, Moncrieffe was reminded why he disliked house parties so
  thoroughly. Something to do with all of the people to whom he was obligated to
  be civil. The fact that people grew cons