KIRKUS REVIEW
A lyrical fantasy weaves several threads and layers together. In the City, mirrored by a parallel, timeless City below the lake, the Prince is missing. The Prince is the heart of the King, the King’s the heart of the City and the City’s the heart of the Kingdom—so the whole Kingdom is cursed. Mages search behind every slant of light, but the Prince has vanished. Across the countryside, every human and animal baby is stillborn. A young woman named Timou follows her father from their village through an enchanted forest to the City. Lord Bastard, the King’s non-heir son, searches for the Prince, but the narrative keeps him at arm’s length from the reader, his intentions unknown. Neumeier lovingly details the village scenes with tender simplicity. Unfortunately, intermittent surreal passages that include a thunderous Hunter in the sky and a river of blood flowing through a maze of light slow the plot down. Inconsistently paced, but thoughtful and lovely. (Fantasy. 12 & up)