--- The last was twenty-one winters ago, when a girl aged fifteen was stolen from her home in the midst of the night. Her husband awoke to find her missing, the bed beside him empty. The village mourned for seven days, and at the end all seemed peace. Yet the man's heart was in ruins, and he sojourned to the city so that every sight was no longer infused with her memory. Yet before that, there would be a taking every eight years. Every ten years. Never has it been so long. “We are due,” says Benez. The takings elsewhere have only become more frequent. “Perhaps,” he says, “they have forgotten our village.” I still worry about the takings. ---
Hareem's journey to the underworld begins. His goal is the center of the earth, but even the first step outside his village seems strange. Driven onward by grief, he does what he must to rescue Rashanna. Along the way he meets a strange terrestrial race, a cowardly but brilliant scholar of the underworld, and someone, marked by terrible scars, who may have attempted this journey before.
-- Special thanks to ET Foster for the brilliant cover.