Feathers in Florence

Feathers in Florence

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Florence, Italy. The city of the de' Medici. The stronghold of the Renaissance. Who wouldn't be drawn there? Captivated by the city's charm, Kaz Me'Rhoan travels back to the thriving metropolis years later to spend part of his life there again. In addition to old acquaintances and friends, Kaz meets someone on the first evening who should turn his life upside down. In addition to being spirited, Francesca is the first human woman who doesn't seem to notice Kaz's glowing aura. Irritated and curious, he tries to get to the bottom of the extraordinary phenomenon... Bad Dürkheim, Germany. A wine town in Rhineland-Palatinate. Characterized by dense forests and rolling hills full of vines, the region offers a quiet idyll. Even if Raphael Chiarospero also describes Florence as one of his favorite cities, his path and his work as leader of the order have taken him to another place. When he then meets Asra, his long-lost love, it is clear to him that he has found his place among the vines. Two friends. Two Relationships. Two countries. Between rose gardens, romantic dinners and travel, nothing can go wrong. Until secrets threaten to tear both relationships apart...
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