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A visual and literary feast for romantics everywhere. "A full-color picture book for adults that tells a wrenching story of eternal love.NPR Books

"To truly love another, you must follow the lovers path wherever it may take you . . . .

Filamena Ziani is the much younger sister of the most famous courtesan in sixteenth-century Venice, Tullia Ziani. Orphaned as an infant, Filamena has come of age bent like a branch to her sisters will, sheltered and lonely in the elegant but stifling confines of their palazzo by the sea. Then a dark-haired stranger offers a gift that will change the course of her life forever: a single ripe plum, and an invitation to walk along the lovers path, wherever it may lead.

The Lovers Path, a moving tale of forbidden love, is a heart-wrenching story of eternal love and transformation. Through a unique combination of lyrical text, sumptuous illustrations, and retellings of famed love stories, Filamenas path is beautifully described and, finally, stunningly revealed.

Praised by The New York Times Book Review for her quality of myth and magic, Waldherr brings to life a remarkable period in Venetian history. Her glorious celebration of romance, the feminine spirit, and the power of love to inspire will move readers everywhere.

144 pages. 46 illustrations.

About the Author: Kris Waldherr is an award-winning author, illustrator, and designer whose many books include Doomed Queens and The Book of Goddesses. She is also the creator of the Goddess Tarot, which has nearly a quarter of a million copies in print, and other card decks including the Lovers Path Tarot and the Sacred World Oracle. Visit her online at KrisWaldherr.com.

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REVIEWS

The Lovers Path is a visual and literary feast.... The star-crossed lovers are a celebrated courtesans virginal and overprotected young sister and a cardinals illegitimate son. The lovers in the book are linked mythically and thematically to the archetypal lovers on the Lovers Path: Dante and Beatrice, Isis and Osiris, Tristan and Isolde, Orpheus and Eurydice, and ultimately Eros and Psyche.... Haunting.Mary Sharratt, author of Daughters of the Witching Hill and Illuminations: A Novel of Hildegard von Bingen

Prepare to be transported to 16th century Venice from the first page. This novel is a feasta full-color picture book for adults that tells a wrenching story of eternal love. This beautiful fable reminded me of Erica Jongs Serenissima.NPR Books

With this illustrated novel, Waldherr has spun a wondrous story spilling over with mythological figures, with tarot cards and personal letters. Youre pulled into a vortex of a 16th century romance centered on Filamena Ziani, the younger sister of a famous courtesan in Venice. Waldherr, who based her novel on a real-life courtesan, also created the illustrations for her book.The Albuquerque Journal

Voluptuous illustration and enthralling narrative ... in this extraordinary testament to the strength of the feminine spirit.WNBC/B(u)y the Book

Kris Waldherrs The Lovers Path plunges readers into the mysterious and exhilarating world of sixteenth-century Venice.... A visual adventure.Women in the Arts, the Magazine of the National Museum of Women in the Arts

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BOOK EXCERPT

Chapter 1: Grace

The tale of the lovers path begins as the story of two sisters, alike as doves in appearance, but different as water and wine in temperament and experience.

At that time, I was only a girl of sixteen. For as long as I could remember, my sister Tullia and I lived in a palazzo set in Venice, a labyrinth of a city where we heard the sea murmur its music day and night. This palazzo was furnished by my sister through her extraordinary talents and beauty. It glittered with golden mosaics, and was graced with sumptuous paintings and intricate tapestries. And it was there in this palazzo that I bent to my sisters rule, a sapling recognizing the suns sovereignty.

As I write of Tullia, I will try not to be harsh. I know many have called her a mysterious beauty, cool in the use of her considerable intelligence and allure. Nonetheless, I hope time has bestowed upon me a measure of wisdom as I remind myself of her unavoidable influence upon me. After all, Tullia was my first vision in this life. My earliest memory is of her bending over to soothe me as I sobbed the inconsolable tears of childhood, her blonde hair a dazzle of light around a divinity. Unlike most children, my first word was not madre or padre. It was sister, in honor of Tullia, for our parents had drowned a year after my birth, leaving my sister as the elder of us to raise and provide for me.

Despite her reputation as the most illustrious courtesan in Venice, Tullia shielded my eyes from the carnal nature of love; I saw little that would make a nun blush. But she educated me in other ways, teaching me to read and write in Italian and Latin, a priceless gift bestowed upon few women, for which I am forever grateful. She also tutored me in the art of music, for which I quickly showed love and aptitude....

If it was because of my sister that I had an active mind, a voice to sing, food to eat, and a roof over my head, it was also because of my sister I was made to stay inside my home after I turned twelve.
Noting that I was of an age where men might approach me because of her profession, Tullia did not allow me to leave the palazzo unless I was dressed plainly and accompanied by an elder servant. These occasions arose less and less frequently as time passed. No matter how much I begged for freedom, Tullia ignored my pleas. She would explain to me in patient tones that my isolation was necessary. It was her hope that, in time, people would see me as a gentlewoman separate from her, rather than as the sister of a courtesan. This was small consolation, for the loneliness that colored my hours felt unending. At sixteen, I was of an age when most young women had already married and borne children, or entered a convent to do Gods work. For myself there was nothingonly an abstract promise that might be fulfilled in the future if my sister willed it so.

Now as I look back, I think Tullia truly wished our fiaba of two sisters to remain as it was foreverto divert time like water from its path. But this, of course, was impossible. To preserve my innocence, a courtesan such as my sister would have had to layer restriction upon restriction as if they were blankets upon a winter bed. While she may have thought she was protecting me from the bitter cold, she only made the snow outside my window look all the more enticing.

I began to think of escape.

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