The rise of the Mafia in the 18th Century, as told by a "dimension". A one page summary of the science of a dimension included at back.
The story of a woman who began one of the most powerful underworld organizations in the world. What makes this novel unique is that it could absolutely correct - the tale is told by a "dimension". An entity accessed to by a few psychic minds.
Excerpt
(Extract from Chapter 4)
Chapter 4 – Caesar and Vittoria
Seniore Carni had fired the last Captain of his border guards. The harvest should have been plentiful. Had he not personally inspected every olive tree in his orchards? When the harvest was over, what he was left with would make barely enough money for the coming year. Seniore Carni was a Sicilian. He knew what happened - even though he could not prove anything. He could smell the scent of the Mafia when he spoke to each one of his border guards after the harvest - and on his Captain!
The town library in Salermo had a wooden board. Anyone who needed to hire a person could post a note on that board. The library would not allow a note to be nailed to their board unless it was made on the paper the library supplied.
Seniore Carni nailed his note to the board. He was looking for a new Captain for his border guards. He would offer a good wage and a stone house on the estate for the Captain and his family. The Seniore also wrote in large letters, “only those who know how to fight and use a gun need apply.”
Every Saturday morning in a number of places in Salermo markets were held. Many stalls. All kinds of goods. A man, a solid looking man, sat on a chair behind a stall. Three small children playing on the side belonged to him. He kept an eye on them. His wife was a seamstress and made children’s clothes. This made some money. Caesar was a soldier until he was wounded in his left arm. A minor wound. The arm healed but the army physician had not declared him fit. The army paid him off and he was dismissed. In time this money ran out. Selling children’s clothes did not earn much. Caesar failed to find work, except one night a week at the local Inn. Fridays were a busy night and Caesar’s task was to throw out men that became too drunk and too rowdy. The pay was low. Caesar had seriously thought about begging. His wife, a proud Sicilian, would not hear of this and also took to mending clothes. She was sitting behind her stall and mending a shirt a mother had brought. Behind her on a rack hung new clothes for children. At the table in front a pile of shirts - some for girls, some for boys.
Seniore Carni read his note again and turned, making big strides towards the exit. A boy not more than twelve came running from behind and tugged at his shirt. The Seniore turned.
“Seniore,” the boy pointed to the board. “I know such a man.”
“You do?” The Seniore was interested.
The boy put out his hand. Seniore Carni took out a coin and put it in the boy’s hand. “Five more if this man is suitable, and twenty more if the man takes the work.”
"The Most Elusive Scent of All" has all the ingredients of a good mafia story blended with sacred mysteries that entices the imagination. I enjoyed reading this book.
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