In the middle are Cluck and Lace. An unfortunate accident throws them together, though neither knows the background of the other, and they are forced to confront generations of hatred and misinformation. As their love for one another grows, they seek out the truth behind the flood and an end to the violence.
The magical families and their history was the most fascinating part about The Weight of Feathers. Each family creates an air of mystery during their performances, but still take great pains to hide those things that are truly magical about them. While the Paloma's dance in the water, the Corbeau's dance in the trees, each building fears and superstitions regarding the realm of the other. Throughout the novel, we piece together parts of history to create a narrative them speaks of terrible tragedy and disasterous decisions.
While the families themselves created an enthralling universe, unfortunately, the main characters did not. Cluck and Lace had no real sense of chemistry and nothing in common. Despite Cluck claiming passion and excitement at Lace's mere touch, it did not come across on the page. I was interested in the mystery of them, in the mystery of their families and in what the future would bring for them, I just couldn't root for them as a romantic couple.
The plot is a slow and steady burn towards the truth which culminates in the families having to face the reality of their circumstances, however, nothing really seems to change for anyone other than Cluck and Lace. I really did LIKE this book but, while the writing was lovely and the magical elements were wonderful, there was simply too much riding on a lackluster romance for me to love it.