Valley Ridge, Virginia is the kind of small town that believes itself beyond the reach of darkness
—a place tucked against the Blue Ridge Mountains where people know hard winters, but not the
kind of loss that leaves an empty chair at the dinner table. That illusion shatters the night
eighteen-year-old star pitcher Alex Trent throws a no-hitter and vanishes.
What looks at first like a missing-person case soon reveals something far worse moving through
the woods surrounding Valley Ridge. Alex isn't the first to disappear—and whatever took him is
like nothing the world has ever encountered, the creation of a brilliant, unhinged virologist who
has set it loose on the town.
At the heart of it are two teenagers the town has always overlooked. Wyatt Turner lives with
osteogenesis imperfecta—bones so brittle they've broken more times than he can count—and a
telekinetic power he barely understands and can't always control. Tommy Copeland lost his sight
in a tragic accident, yet can see the world like no one else can. They call themselves the Outcasts.
And they aren't the only ones who sense what's coming—an aging police chief named Ed
Watkins feels it too, and he's been hiding a secret of his own for years.
On the surface, they're all just looking for Alex—Watkins working the case, Wyatt and Tommy
pulled in from the edges of a town that has never quite made room for them. But the closer they
get, the harder it becomes to explain why their paths keep crossing, why the three of them feel
bound to this in a way no one else does. Something has drawn them together. What that
something is—and why it chose them—is the secret waiting at the heart of Valley Ridge.
The Outcasts is a supernatural thriller about belonging, and about the particular loneliness of
young people whose gifts set them apart from the world they most want to join. It moves with
the momentum of a mystery but draws its weight from the bond between two boys who were
never supposed to matter.
"My lieutenant thinks you've created a werewolf. Is he right?"
Francis laughed. "That question is exactly why you wear a badge instead of working in a lab." He shook his head. "Werewolves are folklore. What I made doesn't wait for a full moon and doesn't turn back. Tell your lieutenant it's worse."
