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245 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1987
My mind was reeling with the things he had said. In one moment he had changed my life. Not only were there others like me, but there were people who had different sorts of abilities. Surely that would mean we were not isolated Misfits. I realized I had been rude taking a thought from [Matthew's] mind. It was different when they did not know. I would have to be more considerate. I knew then that I had decided to trust the boy and his blind companion. In one sense I had no choice, but my sudden desire not to invade the thoughts of another person was new, and told me that I had accepted something I had previously thought impossible. I was no longer alone. [pp.100-101]

One morning, there was a rumor at firstmeal that someone had broken into Madam Vega’s chamber. (...) There was no way they could trace the matter to me, but it meant I must wait a time before going back for a map. (...) We were stealing and hiding food and supplies in a hole concealed beneath a loose board in one of the barns. (...)
During this period, Louis told us that things were becoming unsettled in the highlands. There were even rumors that the ghosts of the Oldtimers had been stirring restlessly on the Beforetime ruins at the edge of the Blacklands.
A ghost of a different sort, Selmar now drifted about Obernewtyn like a gray wraith, unsmiling, silent, and pale. (...)
Perhaps the strangest thing of all, though, was the relationship that arose between Rushton and myself. (...) I had found out from Louis that he was a paid overseer who had been given the job by Madam Vega when he came to the mountains after his mother died (...).
Ariel was another matter entirely. He had a queer mania that made him hurt people just to see them cringe—as though he wanted proof of his superiority. It had been even worse since he had brought Selmar back. (...) He seemed to have forgotten about Cameo, but one day, near the end of the harvest season, he came to Cameo and bade her go with him to the doctor’s chamber.
We watched her trail after him with dread.
That night, she was in her bed, but not the next night or the one following. Soon her nightmares recommenced. I tried again to make her talk to me about what was happening to her, as did Matthew, who tortured himself with dreadful speculations. He could not bear even to look at Selmar. But Cameo refused to speak.
One night, she woke me with her mental cries, but when I went to comfort her as I had done before, I was appalled to see that her eyes were again the fierce eyes of a stranger.

"There are those made to lead and those to follow. There are also those who go a lone path, to scout the way ahead. I am a scout at heart."