Loyalties are tested and secrets are revealed in this third book of the epic animal adventure series set in the subway tunnels of Brooklyn, ideal for “fans of Erin Hunter, Brian Jaques, and Kathryn Lasky” ( School Library Journal ). Felina the cat queen may be gone, but the subway tunnels of Atlantia are still dangerous to all rodents who dwell within the twists and turns. Pup and his spider companion Hacklemesh are lurking in the shadows... Hopper is determined to reach out to his brother-gone-bad, to see if he can talk some sense into the young rodent. But then Hope, the youngest of Zucker and Firren’s new litter, goes missing, and all signs point to Pup as culprit. Meanwhile, Firren is rattled not only by the disappearance of her daughter, but a shameful secret from her past that she’s kept hidden for years. A secret that may hold damaging consequences for not only Firren, but all of Atlantia. How can Pup betray his brother like this? What exactly is Firren hiding? And will the tunnels ever be the same again? Lisa Fiedler is the author of many novels for children and young adults. She divides her time between Connecticut and the Rhode Island seashore, where she lives happily with her very patient husband, her brilliant and beloved daughter, and their two incredibly spoiled golden retrievers. Vivienne To has illustrated several books, including The Underland Chronicles by Suzanne Collins and the Randi Rhodes, Ninja Detective series by Octavia Spencer. As a child, she had two pet mice escape. She currently lives in Sydney, Australia, with her partner and her ginger cat. Visit her at VivienneTo.com. Return of the Forgotten CHAPTER ONE THEY STOOD ON A LEDGE far above the city with Atlantia sparkling below. Sparkling and growing still, thought Hopper; the metropolis was improving and expanding, it seemed, every minute of every day. “Tell me again how Atlantia came to be,” came a sweet voice from beside him. Hopper smiled and looked down into the snapping black eyes of his goddaughter, the princess Hope. “Well,” he began, delighted by the tiny rat’s interest in learning her own history, “Atlantia was the dream of your grandfather, the late emperor Titus. He was an ambitious upland rat from Brooklyn, New York.” Hope shuddered. “But he was nasty!” “He was misguided,” Hopper corrected, but this was being generous. The truth was that as emperor, Titus had made a host of extremely poor choices, and countless innocent rodents had suffered because of his politics. It was also true that Titus had taken a forgotten subway platform deep beneath the borough of Brooklyn and transformed it into the spectacular city that lay before them now. But to maintain this prosperity, he had been forced to spend most of his reign sacrificing unsuspecting tunnel wanderers to the evil cat Queen Felina. Titus justified his own evil as being necessary to buy peace for Atlantia. In the end, he paid a much greater price. But Hopper did not like to discuss such gruesome details with his little friend. Instead he told her a far more palatable version of the story. “Long ago, Titus happened upon this abandoned platform and chose it as the site on which to build his dazzling city. Under Titus’s leadership, Atlantia bloomed into a great civilization.” “But my grandfather was hiding a dark secret,” Hope cried, knowing the story by heart. “Yes he was.” Hopper gave her a solemn nod. “A secret that brought a great deal of pain to many . . . including himself. But thanks to your mother and father . . .” “And you! The Chosen One!” Hopper blushed slightly. “Right . . . thanks to all of us, and the rebels and the refugees, Titus was overthrown, and then, not long after, Felina, too, was defeated, putting an end to the brutality and the tyranny.” “But in the aftermath of battle Atlantia fell to ruins,” Hope gushed, her eyes brimming with intelligence and excitement. “Now you and the emperor and empress—” Hopper grinned. “Otherwise known as your mommy and daddy. You know they do not wish to be called by such titles anymore, now that Atlantia’s government is shifting away from a monarchy to something more democratic and fair.” Hope rolled her eyes and pouted. “I know. I also know that that means they don’t want me to wear beautiful crowns and gowns and jewels, like my grandmamma, the empress Conselyea, did.” “In the scheme of things, crowns and gowns don’t count for much,” Hopper reminded her. “But I like being a princess.” “I know, little one, but your parents would much rather you liked being a good and wise leader instead.” Hopper patted her between the ears. “They are determined to see Atlantia rise again, so it can welcome all rodents and offer them protection within its walls. And without any dark secrets this time. Come along, now.” As they started toward the palace, Hopper turned his attention back to the bustle of the city below. There he saw progress. Mice working beside rats working beside squi