The Dark City

"Beyond La Luminosa lies a darker path..."
The Dark City – picture

Beyond La Luminosa lies a darker path…

Only three weeks have passed since the treacherous Filpepi and the Baron tried to depose Duchess Catriona, and although they seem to have disappeared forever, Bianca can’t stop worrying about where they might be and what lies beyond her old master’s magical paintings. Her friends are still full of adventure though, and there is also the very important business of running di Lombardi’s studio to attend to!

But her new responsibilities as Head of the Royal Studios are hard, and she is puzzled by the strange messages di Lombardi still seems to be sending her from beyond the grave. What is the meaning of the medallion and magical paint mix he left her in his will? And why does she keep finding herself in a strange, yet completely familiar city at night? Why is she so at home there – and who is the beautiful lady who looks a lot like Bianca? Bianca will have to be at her plucky, bright and adventurous best if she wants to find the answers to all the mysteries lurking in the dark city of Oscurita…

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ISBN Paperback: 9781471402500
ISBN Ebook: 9781471402517



Imogen Rossi

Imogen Rossi grew up in London but her favourite place in the world is Venice during the Carnival. She spent most of her summer holidays in Italy where she passed the time doodling and writing stories. She loves to paint, though she isn't very good at it, and she sings in a choir. She most enjoys stories involving mystery, magic and time travel. She has a collection of Venetian carnival masks and two cats named Leonardo and Michelangelo (Lenny and Mike for short).


'There is someone here who, while young, has certainly proved themselves.' Bianca looked up at Cosimo. Cosimo had held them all together when their master had died. He'd kept the studio going when first di Lombardi and then Filpepi had been gone. 'The studios will be run by someone who has worked hard to be worthy of inheriting Master di Lombardi's position.' Cosimo's chest started to swell as he took a long breath. He deserved this. 'I refer, of course, to my court Artist-In-Residence. Bianca.' Bianca was speechless. She gaped at the Duchess, who winked. Bianca could only blink dumbly back. Master of the studio? Me? Bianca cast a look at the other apprentices and swallowed. They were all staring at her as if she'd turned into a frog in the middle of the throne room. Cosimo looked like he'd been cast in stone. He spoke through gritted teeth, forcing a smile. 'Congratulations, Bianca. You're the Duchess's favourite.' Bianca spun to face the Duchess. 'Your Highness,' she stammered, 'I can't . . . it's an honour that I don't . . .' 'It is my desire,' said Duchess Catriona, narrowing her eyes at the courtiers, who were looking just as shocked as the apprentices. 'And in case you've forgotten, my desire is your command. Now . . . please join me in congratulating Bianca.' The Duchess nodded solemnly in Bianca's direction. Master Cuocco bowed, and the bobbing motion swept through the rest of the crowd as one by one everyone bowed or curtseyed to Bianca. A huge pang of guilt lay heavy in her stomach. She tried to catch Cosimo's eye and shake her head, to tell him I didn't ask for this, I don't want you all to bow to me! But he averted his eyes as he and the other apprentices all bent their knees to her. When they straightened up, he turned to Rosa and spoke in a low voice. 'We should return to the studio. We need to make sure everything's ready for our new master.' The word master stung Bianca as much as if he'd outright called her a cheat and a thief.