12 Apostles – A Short Story of Verona

12 Apostoli “Do you think because you are virtuous, that there shall be no more cakes and ale?” - Twelfth Night, Act II Scene ii Verona, Italy 8 December 1328 One of the favourite haunts of the Rakehells was a tavern with exquisite fare known as La Pentola – ‘The...

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Author David Blixt’s work is consistently described as “intricate,” “taut,” and “breathtaking.” A writer of Historical Fiction, his novels span the Roman Empire to early Renaissance Italy up through the Elizabethan era…READ MORE

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