TILLY: Sometimes I think my brain is full of locked boxes. And that one day there will be too many boxes and my brain will explode. Then fourteen years of scary things will cascade to the floor and finally I'll have to look. But not now. Not yet.

JAN: The stars of the cold north are not visible to southern eyes, the eyes of his mother. If he were a real Chilean boy, what stars would shine for him? How can he imagine his mother if he cannot imagine her sky?

We are the misfits.

We are the motherless.

We share so much.

But we have nothing in common.

We are twin souls

But we have never met.

Yet.

Praise for Nicky Singer's first Collins Book, 'Feather Boy'

"Inventive, original and full of surprises, it's the sort of dazzling debut novel that most publishers would fall over themselves to snap up."
'T2'