Nightmares exist in the wakeful moments of day
Nightmares exist in the wakeful moments of day“Giuliano! My brother, my brother,” Lorenzo shrieked, pounding against the door, fighting those who kept him inside the sacristy.
“Leave me be,” he screamed, blue veins bulging on his reddened forehead. “I must get to my brother.”
Golden chalices clanged, falling from the oak table slammed against the back wall. Table legs screeched against marble floor as the bevy of men fought to keep Il Magnifico from raising the barricade someone had quickly dropped into place.
Il Magnifico “You cannot, My Lord. I cannot allow it.”
Somehow the young Cavalcanti, a cousin branch to Lapaccia’s own, named for the man before him, wedged his body between his namesake and the bronze door. But Lorenzo abused the b
