The Strange Series Collection (3 volumes)

RELATIVELY STRANGE
EVEN STRANGER
STRANGER STILL

“He and I could kill each other.
Right there, right then, without either of us moving a muscle.
I knew that, did he?”

I was 5 when I found I could fly, 16 when I killed a man. Both events were unsettling in their own way, but by then, one thing was crystal clear, I wasn’t cut out for heroics. Telepathy and my other capabilities needed to be kept very firmly under wraps. Normal was what I wanted.

Normal didn’t work that well, probably due to an inability to keep my nose out of other people’s business, an overworked conscience and people who wanted to take me apart to see what made me tick.
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