Crown of Silence
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Last published Mon, Sep 15, 2025
First in what will hopefully be a trilogy series called the Silenzioso series
Rhea Calderon is a bestselling author haunted by dreams she can't explain and a man she's never met- until he walks into her life, dripping rain and prophecy. her stories have always felt like memories, her characters like echoes of something real. But when Dante Vincenzi appears, carved from the pages she thought were fiction, everything she thought she understood begins to unravel.
He's not just familiar- he's written into her bones. From the skull tattoo on his arm to the Latin etched into his ribs, Dante is the embodiment of every fantasy Rhea has ever dared to put into words. But fate doesn't come without consequences, and the deeper she falls into the mystery of who he is- and why he's here- the more she realizes her stories may have been warnings, not wishes.
As reality blurs with the world she's created, Rhea must confront the truth behind her dreams, her writing, and the man who was never supposed to exist. Because some stories don't wait to be told- the demand to be lived.
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