The Girl with No Reflection

by Keshe Chow

Overview

Notes From Your Bookseller

This is not a traditional love story. Horror and fantasy unite in this unsettling tale of mystery, adventure and deception.

A young princess is chosen as the crown prince’s bride—but a dark secret waits for her just beyond the palace mirrors, in this lush fantasy debut perfect for fans of Song of Silver, Flame Like Night and Violet Made of Thorns.

A ROYAL WEDDING. A CENTURIES-OLD SECRET. A WORLD-SHATTERING LOVE.

Ying Yue has been chosen to marry the crown prince, but her life at the imperial palace is no fairy tale. Worse than her cold and mercurial husband-to-be are the many secrets her new family is keeping. And when, on the eve of her wedding, Ying unwittingly tears open a gateway, she discovers the biggest of them: a world of sentient reflections, hidden within the palace's mirrors.

The mirror world is full of marvels, including the enigmatic and charming Mirror Prince. But there is darkness, too. The two worlds have a long and bloody history, and Ying has a part to play in the future of them both. And the brides who came before Ying? By the time they discovered what their role was, it was already too late.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780593707531
Publisher:	Random House Children's Books
Publication date:	09/02/2025
Pages:	496
Product dimensions:	5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range:	14 - 17 Years

About the Author

Keshe Chow is a Malaysian-born Chinese-Australian writer of novels, short fiction, and poetry. She won the 2020 Perito Prize, the 2021 Rachel Funari Prize for Fiction, the 2021 Yarra Literature Prize, and the 2022 Victorian Premier's Prize for an Unpublished Manuscript. The Girl With No Reflection is her debut novel.

Read an Excerpt

1

The sky was strewn with pepper-­pot stars, reflected in the pond below. On the water’s surface, the mirror image of Ying Yue’s face floated, pale and moonlike, distorted by ripples.

“My lady,” a voice behind her said. “Shall I fill the bath?”

Ying was at the edge, on her knees, bent over the water. It was an unusual position for a noblewoman, but she had never been one for following rules. She didn’t turn around or get up. Instead, she raised a hand, dismissing her handmaiden. “No thank you, Li Ming. I will bathe myself tonight.”

Li Ming retreated, silent as the wind.

Ying sighed. She was supposed to be preparing for tomorrow, but her stomach was in knots.

She forced herself to breathe in, then out. You’ll be fine.

Frustrated, Ying flipped her long hair over one shoulder to keep it from getting wet. Then, reaching down, she cupped her hands together and dipped them in the water. It was icy but crystal clear. Bending close to the pond’s surface, she drew her hands up and sluiced water over her face.

Something caught her eye: a splash from the far side of the pond. Ying jumped and sat back on her heels. Her heart sped up. The back of her neck prickled.

She wasn’t alone.

The ripples radiated outward until the water lapped at the edge of the pond. It was lucky the ground was paved with stones, else Ying would have been kneeling in mud.

atin of the robe. With her eyes trained on the water, she listened, heart fluttering like a caged bird.

The ripples faded. The pond became smooth again; reflective, like glass. Ying exhaled. Just a fish, she thought. Earlier she’d seen carp milling about at the surface, clamoring for food, their huge, muscular bodies glinting silver in the moonlight. Surely it was one of them that had caused the splash.

The pond was an ornamental feature in the expansive gardens wrapping around Ying’s private quarters. On the morrow, she was to wed the emperor’s only son, Prince Shan Zhang Lin, in an elaborate three-­stage ceremony. As the future crown princess and, eventually, empress of the powerful Shan Dynasty, she was afforded certain privileges.

The garden was one. She’d always loved nature, and when she had first arrived at the Imperial Palace three months prior,ﾊshe had been delighted to find her own private oasis. Her first day had been spent trailing her hand through the swinging willow branches, breathing in the lush fragrance of the abundant exotic blooms, and watching the colorful carp swimming in lazy circles beneath the water. She’d marveled at the pond, its water a delicate green and dotted with lotus flowers. It had been so beautiful. It was so beautiful. At the time, she’d been touched. The prince obviously wanted to make her happy.

It hadn’t taken long for her to realize that that was not the case. Now that she knew better, Ying suspected the task had been delegated to his team of advisors. It is in the empire’s interest, they would have told him, to keep the future empress happy.

He probably hadn’t prepared her lodgings, didn’t know how they looked or where they even were. He certainly never visited. And whereas back home her family was involved in every household matter, she’d quickly learned that the ruling dynasty distanced themselves from everyday, mundane life. The Shan family had servants for their servants’ servants, each tier confined to their own set circle.

No, it would have been a small inner group of officials who’d deemed it prudent to keep Ying happy. But, she thought, if they’d wanted to keep her happy, they would have allowed her family to join her. If they’d wanted to keep her happy, they wouldn’t have confined her to her quarters.

If they’d wanted to keep her happy, they would not have locked her door.

Ying sighed again. Three monthsﾑ­three long months she’d been kept here. And while the trees and flowers had lost none of their beauty, she now knew them so intimately, so well, that even with her eyes shut, she could trace each detail in her mind. She spent day after monotonous day staring at the garden’s high stone walls, wishing she could take flight and escape.

Pushing her sleeves up to her elbows so as not to trip over the draping fabric, Ying Yue picked up the fāngzhū, a concave mirror designed to collect moonlit dew. It had been sitting in her garden gathering dew every night for a whole lunar month. Considered the nectar of the gods, the dew was to be used to brew her ceremonial wedding tea.

Balancing the large square in both hands, she turned to make her way back to her room. But as she stepped away from the pond, she heard a strange sound.

She whipped around, catching a glimpse of something just slipping below the water. Her knuckles blanched around the edge of the fāngzhū. Once again, ripples marred the surface of the pond.

In the distance, a warm glow spilled from the glass door of her room, but it was too far for the light to reach her. She should be going inside. She should be preparing for her hair-­combing ceremony, traditionally held on the eve of a wedding.

But something filled her mind, a silent song, reaching out to her from the pond. She couldn’t explain it. After all, the garden was quiet save for a few chirping crickets.

As much as she tried to ignore it, something was calling her. The lure of the water was strong, too strong.

Carefully, she placed the fāngzhū down on the pebbled path, crept toward the water’s edge, and peered at the surface. It was smooth again, reflecting the stars, the moon, the skeletal branches of the surrounding trees. And once again on the water’s surface was her face, looking pale and drawn and more than a little worried.

It’s nothing. Ying pressed a hand to her chest. Nothing more than her reflection. Surely it was just the stress of the impending wedding, the weight of filial expectations that rested on her shoulders. Her anxiety was getting to her. She was starting to imagine things.

But then she noticed something. Something that made her heart pound, her palms grow clammy, her head throb with heat. Something was wrongﾑ­something terrifying.

It was her reflection. Yes, her reflection in the water looked exactly like her. Small, dainty cherry lips. Big, doelike dark eyes. A cascade of black hair tumbling over one shoulder.

But that wasn’t the strange thing. The strange thing was that in the water, Ying’s reflection was smiling.

And Ying Yue was not.

2

Ying caught a glimpse of what looked like a ghostly white hand reaching from beneath the water before she turned and ran. She ran and ran, stumbling toward her rooms, panic clouding her vision. She didn’t dare look back. The noises were bad enough; she thought she heard the wet sounds of something emerging, something splashing up onto the shore. In the still, almost-­silent night, every sound echoed as loudly as a gong.

As Ying ran, her sleeves dragged down and tangled around her legs. She tripped and fell, palms scraping the paving stones. She heard a strangled cry and was shocked to realize it had been her own. Ignoring the grazes on her hands, she scrambled to her feet and threw a glance back at the pond. Her pounding heart slowed when she took in the surface, still and smooth.

Ying blinked. Had she imagined what she’d seen? Maybe she had been smiling, bent over the lake, studying her reflection. Whatever had happened, she wasn’t smiling now; her face ached, as though frozen in a scream.

Squinting into the dim night, she stared harder at her surroundings. A breeze sighed, ruffling the water’s surface. Was it a trick of the light, or were there arms stretching from beneath the water, glinting white and pale in the moonlight, trying to lure her in?

Editorial Reviews

"Give this one to readers looking for a warrior heroine who’s willing to risk both her life and her heart to save the world." —The Bulletin

"An intricate plot full of intrigue and action hurtles at a breakneck pace in Chow’s exhilarating debut." —Publishers Weekly

“The perfect blend of royal court drama and spine-chilling horror. The Girl with No Reflection is uniquely enthralling, pushing the bounds of fantasy and exceeding with brilliance.” —Chloe Gong, #1 New York Times bestselling author of These Violent Delights
 
“A fairy tale at once ornate and lovely yet filled with sharp edges…Keshe Chow’s enchanting entry into Chinese fantasy is eerily beautiful, wickedly romantic, and delightfully twisty!” —Amélie Wen Zhao, New York Times bestselling author of Song of Silver, Flame Like Night
 
“The perfect alchemy between dark fantasy, palace intrigue, and pulse-pounding romance.” —Joan He, New York Times bestselling author of Strike the Zither
 
“A gorgeously written, action-packed story that is, at its core, about enduring love. This story will grip you, break your heart, and slowly piece it back together.”  —Gabi Burton, Sunday Times bestselling author of Sing Me to Sleep

“A total thrill ride, with twists for days and a plot that never stops.” —Shelley Parker-Chan, Hugo Award winner and bestselling author of She Who Became the Sun
 
"Action-packed and romantic, striking and fairy-tale-esque, eerie and surreal in all the best ways." —Thea Guanzon, USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of The Hurricane Wars  
 
“A brilliant and fresh new fantasy…this book is an absolute delight!” —Vanessa Len, internationally bestselling author of Only a Monster and Never a Hero
 
“A unique, gorgeous novel that blends gothic horror with Chinese myths.” —Sunyi Dean, Sunday Times bestselling author of The Book Eaters
 
“In this richly imagined world infused with legend and folklore, Chow has woven a mesmerizing tale of passion and betrayal that takes you on a thrill ride of nonstop action. Eerie and magical, The Girl with No Reflection will sweep you away.” —Rachel Greenlaw, author of Compass and Blade and One Christmas Morning
 
“The Girl with No Reflection is everything I love about YA fantasy. Keshe Chow’s debut novel is driven by compelling lore and clever prophecies, not to mention plot twists that keep the reader on their toes—and a romance story fiery enough to break and then mend the world. I absolutely could not put this book down!” —Katie Zhao, author of Zodiac Rising

“Keshe Chow has built the most stunning world on a foundation of Chinese mythology and backed it up with a heroine and a romance you’ll be rooting for until the end.” —Nisha J. Tuli, bestselling author of Trial of the Sun Queen
 
“Dark secrets, heart-thumping romance, thrilling twists—The Girl with No Reflection has it all.” —Lili Wilkinson, author of Deep Is the Fen
 
“A dazzling debut full of magic and adventure, set against a background of rich mythology, with a heroine to root for and a romance to remember . . . I loved it.” —Amanda Linsmeier, author of Six of Sorrow
 
“A smashing debut from Keshe Chow, a compelling new voice in YA fantasy.” —Sher Lee, author of Fake Dates and Mooncakes
 
“Keshe Chow’s fantasy debut will hit all the right notes for readers looking for romance loaded with emotional turmoil, and the splendor and struggles of royalty, all while drawing on lush Chinese mythology and the secret history of two worlds, with their future being shaped by Princess Ying as dark secrets about the women who came before her are brought to light. Surprising, romantic, and thrilling.” —R.R. Virdi, USA Today bestselling author of The First Binding

From the Publisher

2024-05-04
Reflections from a mirror world hold secrets long ago forgotten.

Ying Yue’s betrothal to the crown prince has not gone the way she had hoped. Instead of finding a man interested in getting to know her, she’s been locked away, seeing no one except her handmaiden. As her wedding draws nearer, Ying begins to see strange things in the mirror, until she’s suddenly pulled into a mirror world that’s much like her own but with its own dangers as well. There’s a Mirror Prince, too, and he’s different from the one she knows—more attentive and interested in her well-being. But not everyone from the mirror world is so friendly, and, like it or not, Ying discovers she’s at the center of an ancient prophecy that affects both this reflected world and her own. Unfortunately, Ying repeatedly falls for deceptions that come her way, all the while distracted by her feelings for two different princes, both of whom she barely knows. While the mirror world’s trappings are chilling and possess an alluring aesthetic, and the doubles are eerie, these elements unfortunately aren’t enough to elevate the novel, which gets bogged down in the plot contrivances that Ying encounters and ever-so-luckily survives. This quick read delivers a strong Chinese-based fantasy setting but leaves something to be desired in terms of character and plot development.

Atmospheric but ultimately unfulfilling. (author’s note) (Fantasy. 14-18)

Kirkus Reviews