The Song Of The Swan

The Song Of The Swan: Long before Isabella D'Aureli arrived at the villa, the vineyards of San Martino had their own memory. The wind carried it in soft, tremulous currents through the old olive groves and across the terraces of twisted vines. Sometimes it whispered secrets; sometimes it only sighed, heavy with a history no one dared speak aloud.
The estate, once bursting with laughter and golden harvests, had fallen to quiet ruin. Terraces cracked, trellises rotted, and the wine cellars, once brimming with the rich scent of fermenting grapes, now smelled of earth and shadow. And yet, even in decay, there was beauty—an unspoken promise that the land would endure, that life could bloom again if one dared to believe.
Isabella had known only fragments of this world in her youth: the laughter of her mother in the sunlit courtyard, the delicate touch of harp strings under her fingers, the hush of servants passing in candlelit corridors. Then fire had come.

Time To Breathe
Acknowledgement:
This book was inspired by three songs my husband wrote. I remember sitting with him one day, a quiet morning with coffee, when he turned to me and said, "I think these songs might be more than just music." He didn't know it then, but in that simple statement, he had already started the story.
Steve did in fact start writing the story.
His melodies and lyrics weren't just tunes; the were poetic lyrics.
A book is never the work of one person alone. Therefore to my darling Steve, thank you for beginning this story and having the faith in me to see it through to the end of what I call our book!
Finally, to you, the reader, thank you for picking up this book. I hope within these pages you find a story that resonates and perhaps, just for a moment, a quiet place to breathe.