Even Stranger (The Strange Series, #2)

I was five when I found I could fly, sixteen when I killed a man. Both events were unsettling in their own way and, together with various other close calls, taught me I was not, nor did I want to be, hero material. Telepathy and my other odd abilities needed to be kept under wraps. Going forward, normal was going to be the name of the game.

The fact that normal didn't work that well was probably due to an overdeveloped conscience, an inability to keep my nose out of other people's business ...