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Among the Hidden: The Shadow Children Book One (Shadow Children #01)


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Medford lives on a neat, orderly island calledand#8212;simplyand#8212;Island.

and#160;and#160;and#160;and#160; Islanders like names that say exactly what a thing (or a person) is or does. Medford Runyuin is different. A foundling, he has a meaningless name that is just one of many reminders that heand#8217;s an outsider. He also has a secret that could get him banished from Island forever.

and#160;and#160;and#160;and#160; A strange creature is about to arrive on Island, and Medfordand#8217;s secret will be out before he can blink twice.


"The noveland#8217;s humor and amiable tone make it a highly-accessible but thought-provoking read."--The Horn Book Magazine

"Avid readers in middle school and high school will enjoy a tale that combines magic with an almost puritanical culture."--VOYA (5Q4P)
ELLEN BOORAEM worked for two decades as a reporter and editor at small-town weeklies, until she quit her day job to writeThe Unnameables.She lives in Brooklin, Maine.and#160;
Chapter One


A Pumpkyn may remayne Wholesome the Winter through. Gut the Fruit, then cut in Pieces and String it. and#8217;Twill drie lyke Apples.

and#8212;A Frugall Compendium of Home Arts and Farme Chores by Capability C. Craft (1680), as Amended and Annotated by the Island Council of Names (1718and#8211;1809)

When Medford thought about it later, that day in Hunterand#8217;s Moon was a good example of Before.

Before Transition.

Before the Goatman.

Before life changed forever.

Before, before, before.

He and Prudence Carpenter were on the beach, watching the Farmers gather seaweed for winter mulch. Grover Gardener, Councilor for Physick, was there, too, hands red with sea slime. So was anyone whose kitchen garden needed mulching, which was almost everybody. That morningand#8217;s sky, the departing birds, and Emery Farmerand#8217;s bones had announced that seaweed gathering soon would be a chore rather than a pleasure.

Youand#8217;d gather the seaweed anyway, of course, pleasure or no. Seaweed was Useful and that was that. The Book even named specific types: Cropfodder, the kind most people were after today; Windbegone, which Grover gave to patients who had digestive troubles; Bone-mend, which he dried for chewing when youand#8217;d broken your leg.

Medford and Prudy were ignoring seaweed. It was still Before, and they were being Useless.Run, run when young, the Book said.Later in the day, settle and stay.Time enough to be Useful after Transition.

They were knee-deep in sea-foam, bare feet numb, clothes salt-spattered. Waves hissed in over the sand, then sighed back out again. The sun-drenched air was warm but sharp. The winter winds had come early this year, whipping up the waves. Two weeks from now the sea would be stone gray and the monthly Mainland Trade would be over until spring. Boats would hunker down on shore and people would eat salted Common Fish.

Medford stood still and let the retreating water slip over and around his frozen feet. It ate away the sand at his heels until he teetered and almost fell over. Fifty feet out, a Nameless brown bird made a clumsy splash landing in the water while a Nameless gray bird swooped over its head, laughing. Medford flailed his skinny arms to keep his balance, laughing himself, his scraggly brown hair wild in the breeze.

Skinny and lanky and practically Nameless, he had a lot in common with that brown bird.

Seabirds had no names, regardless of color.No Use, no Name, the Book said. And names were what mattered here, thirty-five chilly miles east of Mainland. Mainland maps called the place Foolsand#8217; Haven. But the people who lived on it called it Island.

Island was ten miles long, north to south, and seven miles wide, west to east. Its principal town, on the western shore closest to Mainland, was called Town. The town hall was called Town Hall and said so on a plaque over the door. Town Hall was on the main street, which was called Main Street.

Islanders liked names that said exactly what a thingand#8212;or a personand#8212;was or did, and nothing less.

Islanders liked things (and people) to do what their names said they would. Nothing more.

Islanders who fished were called Fisher. Others had names like Carpenter, Merchant, Tailor, and Miller. So what would you expect of a thirteen-year-old foundling called Medford Runyuin?

Not much.

In fact, you might want to keep your eye on him. And youand#8217;d be right, but so far Medford was the only one who knew that for sure.

Beside him, Prudy plunged her hand into a retreating wave, one blond braid dipping into the water. "Ooo, look," she said, something in her hand. When a new wave hit she swooshed the thing around to get the sand off.

It turned out to be a Baitsnail shell three inches long, glistening white with pale pink stripes, its tail a perfect funnel, not a chip on it.

"and#8217;Tis the best yet," Prudy said.

"Letand#8217;s see it," Medford said, holding out his hand.

The stripes spiraled into a point at the top. The inside of the shell had its own design, fainter and more delicate. If this were a piece of wood, heand#8217;d know just the right blade and just the right amount of pressure that would bring out those spirals, make themand#8212;

He shuddered and dropped the shell into Prudyand#8217;s hand as if it burned his fingers.

Unnameable thoughts again.

The Book never defined Unnameable. It just figured you knew. Medford did know, but he forgot sometimes. He shook the unwanted thoughts out of his head, breathing deep for calm as the Book suggested.

The calm didnand#8217;t last. It never did.

"Med-ford Run-you-in," called a hated voice from behind him. But he and Prudy had been the only young ones on the beach when theyand#8217;d arrived. Heand#8217;d checked, first thing.

"Run-you-in, letand#8217;s run you out," the voice said. Other voices snickered, although it could just have been the waves.

Medford decided to ignore them. He didnand#8217;t turn around. He pretended he didnand#8217;t know anyone named Arvid Tanner, and he could tell Prudy was doing the same. She was examining her new shell as if it had a Use.

"Been sawing your hair off with your knife again, I see," Arvidand#8217;s voice said, closer and louder. "Raggedy Runyuin." Those were definitely other voices, laughing.

Yet again, Medford considered growing his hair into a pigtail. Medfordand#8217;s foster father, Boyce Carver, always said a pigtail tickled his neck and the stray hairs got in his eyes when he was working. A pigtail probably would tickle. But it might be better, just for a little while, to look like everyone else.

"Ainand#8217;t you scared, standing in the water like that?" a second voice churgled. That was Hazel Forester, who found it difficult to talk without giggling. He imagined her chins wobbling. "You might get drownded like your parents."

"Who sails without a chart?" Arvid said. "Nameless Mainlanders, thatand#8217;s who."

"Raggedy donand#8217;t care about duh wahder." This from Arvidand#8217;s brother, Fordy, who always sounded as if he had a cold in his nose. "Heand#8217;d just wash back id od a plank like he did the first tibe."

Someone splashed water onto Medfordand#8217;s back. "Plank Baby, Plank Baby," Fordy chanted. Another splash.

It sounded like just the three of them but that was enough. Arvid had an unfailing sense of what would hurt most, whether it was a finger between the ribs or a tale flung across three rows of desks in Book Learning. Fordy and Hazel either led the admiring laughter or blocked the way so you couldnand#8217;t run.

"I heard what you and Run-you-out get up to on that secret island of yours, Prudy." Arvid again. "Hazel says her maand#8217;d never let her sneak off like that with a raggedy, Namelessand#8212;"

Prudy whirled and kicked water in Arvidand#8217;s long, and#172;freckled face. It was a good, soaking splash, one in a thousand, and when he turned away to wipe the salt out of his eyes she kicked him in the seat of his linsey-woolsey knee breeches.

Several things happened then.

Arvid fell nose-down just after a wave went out and didnand#8217;t quite get up in time to miss the next wave coming in. It slapped him in the face and he went down again. Now it was Prudy laughing.

Hazel Forester balled up her fists and headed for Prudy. Medford balled up his fists and stepped in front of Prudy. Prudy stepped out from behind him, stuck her new shell in her pocket, and balled up a fist or two herself.

Fordy helped his brother up, hand already clenched.

It had never come to blows before but this might be the time. Medford hoped heand#8217;d know what to do.


As if they were connected by fishing line, everybodyand#8217;s hands dropped to their sides.

Prudyand#8217;s father, Twig, grabbed her arm and pulled her to shore. "Explain," Twig said.

"They called Medford Nameless and Plank Baby and said weand#8217;re up to something bad on our island."

"Many say the same," said Arvidand#8217;s father, hovering nearby. He had a nose for secrets, eyes for shame, and always a tale to tell, not necessarily true.

"I thank thee, Dexter," Twig said. "Go away, if it please thee."

"My son be blameless, Master Carpenter."

"Take Arvid with you, if you please. Your horses need tending." Sure enough, Dexterand#8217;s team was meandering forward with its load of Cropfodder.

"Hauling Creatures theyand#8217;re called, to be by the Book," Dexter said, his face a model of virtue.

"Looks like they be hauling too soon, by the Book or no." Twig was among those who ignored the Beast and Domestic Creature Classification of 1853, which in addition to other innovations renamed horses as Hauling Creatures and cows as Greater Horned Milk Creatures. The Shepherds had always ignored it because they could hardly call themselves Shepherd if sheep were Fleece Creatures. Others just thought the new names were too hard to use.

At the moment, Medford thought, Twig Carpenter was simply trying to annoy Dexter Tanner. It worked, as always. Dexter turned his back on Twig and gestured angrily to Arvid, Fordy, and Hazel, who slogged out of the waves and down the beach to rejoin the seaweed gatherers.

"More trouble for young Master Runyuin," Dexter said in the tender, saddened tone with which he savored bad news. "Well, they do say, once a Runyuin never a Carver." He stalked off after Arvid and his cronies.

"Tanners breathe in poisons, Medford," Twig said. "Then they talk."

"Iand#8217;m fine, Twig." Having Prudyand#8217;s father around made Medford want to put on a brave face. Twig wasnand#8217;t talland#8212;Medford was tallerand#8212;but he was broad at the shoulders, sunbrowned and strong, so solid and with such a bounce in his step that he seemed bigger than he was.

"Arvidand#8217;s going to be a Sawyer, like his ma," Prudy said. She was chewing on one of her blond braids, the way she always did when something made her nervous.

Twig pulled the braid out of her mouth, gave it a little tug. "And Sawyers have sharp edges. We get our lumber from Dulcie Sawyer, girl."

Prudyand#8217;s back straightened, a sure sign of a fight. "He deserved kicking, Pa."

"Thou shalt tell him sorry," Twig said, using Book Talk so sheand#8217;d know he meant it.

"But Paand#8212;"

"Thou shalt do it now, Prudence." Twig clamped a hand on her shoulder as if to propel her toward Arvid.

Prudy shrugged her shoulder free. "Aye, Pa."

"Canand#8217;t do it now," Medford said, trying not to sound relieved. "Arvidand#8217;s off with his pa." Dexterand#8217;s horses were struggling toward the South Shore Road, Arvid and Fordy wrestling a slimy mound of seaweed in the back of the wagon. Theyand#8217;d have to have a full-out bath in the kitchen when they got home.

"Thou shalt go to his house this evening," Twig said. Prudy took her new shell out of her pocket and studied it as if she hadnand#8217;t heard him. Twig patted her shoulder and went back to Emery Farmerand#8217;s hay cart, which he was helping to load in exchange for transporting his own garden mulch. Prudy plopped down in the dry sand.

"I do name thee Pinky," she said, holding the shell up to the sun and using Book Talk for ceremony. "Pink as the sunrise, pink as Balmweed."

Pink as Prudy. "and#8217;Tis a Useless name," Medford said. He sat down next to her. Her hair smelled of sun and cut grass.

"and#8217;Tis a Useless Object," she said. "One more to smash at Transition." She pressed her lips together the way she did when she was determined not to cry, and started building a little driftwood house for Pinky. Medford watched, marveling at how she could fit odd bits of wood together so theyand#8217;d stand up straight.

So Prudy was worried about Transition, too. It was scary, that ceremony at the start of adulthood, when all the Useless things of childhood got smashed underfoot. Medford imagined Prudyand#8217;s new shell already in pieces, turning to dust under her heel.

Medford didnand#8217;t have any Useless Objects to destroy at Transition. Well, he did have some, actually, but he couldnand#8217;t show them to anyone. Their destruction would have to be secret, like their making.

He would burn them and make no more. He promised himself that.

Copyright and#169; 2008 by Ellen Booraem

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Never seen such an amazing book in my life! very nice story line! the squence books are also wonderful! i recommend it to everyone!
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this book is very touching. but it also shows how cruel the government can be. it sorta reminds me of how some countries really do do things like that and makes me sad. my fiftth grade teaher ms.ryan read this to me. loooove it.
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Product Details

Haddix, Margaret Peterson
Aladdin Paperbacks
Booraem, Ellen
Nielsen, Cliff
New York :
Family - General
Action & Adventure
Science Fiction, Fantasy, & Magic
Science fiction
Children's 9-12 - Fiction - Science Fiction
Birth control
Action & Adventure - General
Fantasy & Magic
Social isolation
Children s-Science Fiction and Fantasy
Edition Number:
1st ed.
Edition Description:
Shadow Children Books
Series Volume:
Publication Date:
March 2000
Grade Level:
from 3 to 7
Black-and-white illustrations
7.63 x 5.13 in
Age Level:

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"Synopsis" by , Government regulations limit families to two children each, so Luke, an illegal third-born, must live his life in secret, hidden in his family's farmhouse. Then he joins Jen, another "shadow child, " for a chance to come out into the light--a dangerous gamble with high stakes. "A chilling and intelligent novel."--"Kirkus Reviews." An ALA Best Book for Young Adults.
"Synopsis" by , In a future where the Population Police enforce the law limiting a family to only two children, Luke, an illegal third child, has lived all his twelve years in isolation and fear on his family's farm in this start to the Shadow Children series from Margaret Peterson Haddix.

Luke has never been to school. He's never had a birthday party, or gone to a friend's house for an overnight. In fact, Luke has never had a friend.

Luke is one of the shadow children, a third child forbidden by the Population Police. He's lived his entire life in hiding, and now, with a new housing development replacing the woods next to his family's farm, he is no longer even allowed to go outside.

Then, one day Luke sees a girl's face in the window of a house where he knows two other children already live. Finally, he's met a shadow child like himself. Jen is willing to risk everything to come out of the shadows — does Luke dare to become involved in her dangerous plan? Can he afford not to?

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