Giovanni's GiftImagine a scene of rural serenity, a night scene. Above the mountains surrounding this faraway place, the stars are a menagerie of silver flickering motes. Imagine a solitary ranch, a man and a woman asleep. It would be hard to fathom a purer vision of people at peace in the natural world. Who could foresee that this tranquility would be so brutally shattered by the night visitors? When Grant hears of the campaign of malice being waged against his only living relatives, he abandons Rome and a crumbling marriage to do what he can to help them. His brash confidence is quickly bruised as the night visits escalate in violence, and the death of Giovanni Trentas, a dear family friend found mutilated in a gorge above the ranch, takes on new meaning. When his aunt presents him with Giovanni's legacy - an old cigar box filled with letters, photos, and seemingly random knick-knacks - Grant finds himself in possession of a puzzle that might hold the answers to much more than Giovanni's death. Grant's unfolding passion for Giovanni's daughter, Helen, forces him to choose between loyalty and love as the night terrors come to their catastrophic end. |
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... turned to the next , much smaller bundle of notes , which were folded , and secured with a paper clip . These were more like bits of old confetti swept up from the gutter in the wake of a forgotten parade , so exhausted was the paper ...
... turned to the next , much smaller bundle of notes , which were folded , and secured with a paper clip . These were more like bits of old confetti swept up from the gutter in the wake of a forgotten parade , so exhausted was the paper ...
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... turned toward where I'd parked . Sunset apricot light blazed like fiery glaciered crowns in those high mountain snowfields above and ahead of me . Staring at the reflection off the never - melting snow , I felt a perfect emptiness ...
... turned toward where I'd parked . Sunset apricot light blazed like fiery glaciered crowns in those high mountain snowfields above and ahead of me . Staring at the reflection off the never - melting snow , I felt a perfect emptiness ...
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... turned his back . Didn't go out and ask Milland what he was doing , or anything . Just turned his back like that . -Are you telling me Milland had something to do with my fa- ther's death ? -No , not that . Milland said he started up ...
... turned his back . Didn't go out and ask Milland what he was doing , or anything . Just turned his back like that . -Are you telling me Milland had something to do with my fa- ther's death ? -No , not that . Milland said he started up ...
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