DESIRE NEVER COMES ALONE…
FOR WOMEN WHO DARE.
FOR MEN WHO WONDER.
The novel Triangulum, The Secret of Lake Iseo is a fictional story whose contemporary characters are not real individuals. Some of the locations in the story have been shaped by the author’s imagination. The portrayal of historical figures is based on reliable sources; however, their stories in the novel also include fictional element.
The plot
A researcher, poised on the brink of her doctoral defence and unraveling under the weight of creative obsession, begins to dream of her subject — Margaret of Parma (1522–1586).
Drawn into the Renaissance through Charles V’s daughter, she finds herself entangled in a world where history breathes and silence conceals long-buried truths.
Under the care of a renowned psychotherapist, she begins to piece together the fractured whispers of the night — fragments that will alter the course of both their lives.
Was it really Margaret’s desires she was dreaming of… or just an echo of her own?
A triangular harp. A triangulum, attuned not only to sound but to hidden truths.
From shadow into light, sexual fluidity and polyamory emerge — but in this fragile, imaginary harmony, what voice will the unseen third claim?
As foreboding signs gather, their entwined paths drift towards an inevitable turning point — on the shores of the
enigmatic Lake Iseo…
Extracts from the book:
“ She became aware — almost with a quiet astonishment — that she was surrounded by triangles. The harp itself, with its taut strings and elegant frame, formed one. ”
“ The recognition arrived quietly, yet with unsettling clarity. What was this, if not some strange confirmation — woven into the very laws of physics themselves — of the legitimacy of polyamory and fluidity? A triangle could only truly resonate if one point remained open.”
“Beethoven’s Tempest lingers —
fluttering, restless,
insistent in the air.
You shiver.
You are afraid.
And still —
you are alive. ”
„The Tempest fell silent.
Aurora was already unfolding.
By the first touch of sunlight,
their eyes could meet —
the luminous chords of dawn
had already fulfilled
what their dreams
could only whisper.”