She was old when the Earth was young. She has no name, no past, no future. She wears only black, and though she has been seen by many men, she has been known by only a unique handful of them. You'll see her – if you see her at all – just after you've taken your last breath. Then, before you exhale for the final time, she'll appear, silent and sad-eyed, and beckon to you.

She is the Dark Lady, and this is her story.

(And quite a story it is. The Dark Lady won the Prix Tour Eiffel, the largest cash prize in the world for science fiction novels.)

"Mike Resnick occupies a peak all his own in the mountains of science fiction." – Analog

"The Dark Lady is a riveting take of mystery and discovery," – Niekas

"The Dark Lady is narrated by an alien art historian who calls himself Leonardo...and just as Leonardo is haunted by the Dark Lady's portrait, the reader leaves the book haunted by a romance that transcends all time." – Pulsar

"An alien art expert and a number of humans set out to discover the secret of the Dark Lady, with art theft, xenophobic politics, alien ethics, and the human ability to entertain mutually contradictory positions simultaneously as added features...Resnick seems to be single-handedly restoring the space adventure to its former popularity.