


Bring it back to me and then maybe we’ll see. And make sure it’s specifically that falling star and not any other. And when he’s seventeen himself and falls in love with (and is rejected by) the most beautiful girl in the village, he sees a falling star and makes a rash promise - that he will go and fetch it for her. So Tristram, a halfling, grows up a bit different from his mates. Dunstan Thorne, eighteen-year-old son of a local sheep-farmer, joins the rest of the villagers at the fair and is seduced by a girl from beyond the wall - and nine months later, he and his new wife receive his newborn son in a basket on the front stoop. The ancient high stone wall after which the place is named separates our world from Faerie and no humans are allowed in - except for one summer week every nine years, when a market is held in the meadows beyond the wall. So, it’s the early 1840s and life is generally quiet in the village of Wall, a long night’s train ride from London. He reminds me a little of Arthur Rackham and a lot of Alicia Austin, and that’s praise. Vess won another bunch of awards for the art which greatly enhances nearly every page. Gaiman won a number of awards for this one, and deserved them. This one is of the traditional variety, though often with tongue firmly in cheek. Neil is the modern master of the fairy tale, and he writes all kinds, from comic to wistful to thoroughly noir.
