The silk road

NUNZIA’S finger hovered over Matteo’s number. She had big news to tell him – Susanna’s blog about the microscope, her innocence in its disappearance, and the new lead of absent-minded Father Anselmo.

It was still dark when all the bells of Rome began to toll. Their chorus calling on the populace to wake, to pray, to work. Maddalena Viscuso looked back and saw a dawning strip which pushed against t

AS Nunzia expected, Ariana was waiting at her door. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” she asked as they stepped out of the lift. The look on her face was not one of pleasure. That didn’t

PLEASE, will you help me?” Nunzia asked Ricardo imploringly. She couldn’t find the stolen microscope and clear Matteo’s name on her own, and she was sure the young priest was the best person to help h

A crisis meant Beth had to get to the remote island – and quickly

Oh, Bea, not daytime telly again! It’s a beautiful bright day and you’re holed up in a darkened room watching garden makeovers when your own garden is crying out for some attention.’ Bea sighed and cl