The colors of Silence

The colors of Silence

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Saphira si è appena trasferita a New York, insieme alla sorella e alla mamma. E' una ragazza spigolosa e acerba, ma è il passato ad averla portata ad essere così. Vive nel buio del nero, e si è dimenticata com'è il mondo fatto a colori. Jarek, invece, sembra il solito cattivo ragazzo dal quale stare lontani, grazie alla sua aria misteriosa. Ma in realtà è davvero un bonaccione. Vede sempre il lato positivo di ogni cosa, e anche se spesso tutto si oscura , lui riesce a vedere tantissimi colori. Così tanti da non esserne più in grado di distinguerli. Due anime rotte, mille segreti e un mare di diversità. Riusciranno i due a vedere anche le sfumature dell'altro? Riusciranno i loro colori a combaciarsi?
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Every young girl dreams of becoming a princess someday, right? Wrong! That wasn't my dream- far from it! I dreamt of a day where, upon reaching my eighteenth birthday, I could finally escape my neglectful "parents" who only acknowledged me when it suited them. But all that changed when I learned my 'parents' had been arrested on drug charges, and an unknown side of my 'family' had been looking for me since before I had even been born. Enter Mr. Castellucci and his seven sons, and I quickly understood why Maria had never mentioned a previous marriage or her other 'children.' These men were not the dashing princes riding white horses; they were dark, imposing, and intimidating figures. And Mr. Castellucci was determined to take me back with him to his lavish home somewhere in Italy -so far from my comparatively uncomplicated life in New Haven, Connecticut - and begin building my new life there with them. Although wary that these men had a more nefarious and sinister reason for taking a sudden interest in me than being a 'long-lost family member', they were doing an excellent job of easing me into a false sense of security by treating me like their long-awaited 'Principessa'. Desperate for their love and approval, while struggling with my inadequacies and haunted past, I was naïvely unaware of their ruthless nature and sheer power. I did not realise the scope of their 'charm' until it was too late. Far too late. Until I was precisely where they wanted me: under their thumb and control, with no prospects of ever escaping them as Maria had done before me, I was nothing more than a bird locked in a gilded cage, that they had deviously led me to believe was the price of love and safety. Let it be said once and for all: The Italian mafia did not ask; they took what they deemed as theirs to take. And I was THEIRS. _______________ This is my dark, twisted take on the popular Mafia, Older Brothers/Younger Sister, and Lost/Found Daughter/Sister tropes.

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