Movie - Scarlet Innocence

The tomb was open. The bones were gone. And on the stone slab, arranged in a circle, were seven small jars. Each contained a different fluid. Agatha recognized the first—holy water, now black as tar. The second was chrism oil, clotted and sour. The third was wine from the mass, turned to vinegar. The fourth was tears—she knew because the jar was labeled, in a child's clumsy handwriting, "Sister Agatha's Tears, 7:32 PM, Feast of St. Lucy."

Agatha watched it all with a growing dread she could not name. Because she had begun to notice things the others missed. scarlet innocence movie

Inside the Convent of the Bleeding Heart, the world was a palette of gray stone, brown wool, white wimples, and the deep violet of the Advent vestments. Red was forbidden. Red was the color of the Enemy—of passion, of blood spilled in anger, of the cardinal that had once perched on her windowsill as a novice, its breast like a wound. The tomb was open