True Talents

True Talents

by David Lubar


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True Talents is the second suspenseful and hilarious novel for teens by acclaimed author, David Lubar about Martin Anderson and his exceptional friends. The supernatural duology begins with the wildly popular Hidden Talents.

It's been over a year since fourteen-year-old Eddie "Trash" Thalmeyer and his friends from Edgeview Alternative School found out about their hidden talents. Trash can move things with his mind, Torchie is a firestarter, Cheater reads minds, Lucky finds lost objects, Flinch can predict the future, and Martin can see into people's souls. Now back home with their families, all the boys want to do is get back to their normal lives, start attending high school, and keep in touch with their friends from Edgeview.

When Trash tests his power in a bank and accidentally steals a fistful of cash, he is kidnapped by the ruthless leader of a shadowy company whose purpose is to gather information about psychic phenomena—and who is willing to do anything to get it. Torchie, Cheater, Lucky, Flinch, and Martin join forces to rescue their friend using their hidden talents, and discover their true talents in the process.
True Talents is an American Library Association YALSA Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Readers selection.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780765379153
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 07/14/2015
Series: Talents Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 377,545
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)
Lexile: 570L (what's this?)
Age Range: 10 - 13 Years

About the Author

DAVID LUBAR created a sensation with his debut novel, Hidden Talents, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults. He is also the author of Flip and Extremities, an ALA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Readers, as well as the popular Weenies short-story collections, and the Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie series, which has been optioned for TV. He lives in Nazareth, Pennsylvania.

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True Talents

By David Lubar

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2007 David Lubar
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-5025-1


Trying Hard to Focus

The gorilla who clung to the ceiling was wearing a Princeton t-shirt. It must have been an XXXXL. Exxxxelll. Exxxxelllent. That was funny. I laughed. He didn't seem to mind. He just kept playing with his cigarette lighter, sparking tiny fireworks through the air. His glasses had thick, black frames. They made him look smart. Laughing made my head spin, so I closed my eyes.

He was gone when I woke up. The walls were still rippling. They always rippled. Sometimes, they hummed movie music. They'd been painted by Vincent Van Gogh. A fuzzy man wearing a vanilla coat came in through the door and gave me a sandwich. Grilled cheese. Gorrrilllad cheese. The dark and light-brown patterns looked like George Washington. The father of our country winked at me. George Winkington. Everyone knows he washed down the cherry cheese.

The cheese was sort of tangy.


That's a taste. I rubbed my tongue across my front teeth and tried to remember the last time I'd tasted something. I knew I'd had other meals. I could remember the clack of a plastic knife and fork against a tray. But I couldn't remember any tastes or smells. It was all cardboard. I stared at my right hand. My fingers grew longer. I stared harder. They snapped back. But the crumbs on my fingertips kept singing. It was a nice song about fractions.

I finished my sandwich and took another nap.

The walls didn't ripple at all when I woke. Picasso had snuck in and painted over Van Gogh's work. Vincent would be furious about that. Picasso better keep an eye on his ears.

I sat up to look around. My body got there first, so I waited for my head to catch up. There was nothing much to see in the room. A wooden chair. Walls made of cinder blocks. An open door to a bathroom. A small table. No gorilla. Too bad. He was funny.

I didn't have any idea where I was. Or why. My brain started to spin, so I flopped back down. My pillow smelled like sweat.

I heard footsteps, followed by the swoosh of a bolt sliding free. I wasn't in any shape to deal with people. As the door opened, I shut my eyes and slumped deeper into the mattress.

A hand touched my shoulder, and then shook it.

"Come on, Eddie. It's time to play our game."

Game? What was he talking about? I tried to think. It was like jogging under water. Or under syrup. Eddie. That was me. Eddie Thalmayer. I knew who I was. But I had no idea who this guy was or why he wanted to play a game.

I wasn't going to do anything for him until I figured out what was happening. He shook my shoulder again. "Eddie ... wake up. We have to move the marbles."

Vague images drifted through my mind. Marbles rolling across a table or floating above it. And, sometimes, wires stuck to my head. It wasn't a fun game.

The fingers tightened for a moment. My mind thought my shoulder should hurt, but my shoulder didn't seem to agree. The guy let go, and I heard him walk toward the door. "Those idiots must have overmedicated him again."

Overmedicated? Maybe I'd gotten sick or been in some kind of accident. But this didn't smell or feel like a hospital room. After the guy left, I opened my eyes and studied the wall next to the bed. A half-dozen large, black ants, as big as robins, swarmed over it. They were transparent. Except for their hula skirts. I blinked hard and the ants faded. I blinked again and they vanished.

I ran my tongue against my teeth and found a couple of crumbs. They were silent.


I'd been given something that turned my brain to fuzzy mush. Why? So I could play a game with marbles? No. There had to be more to it than just that. I dug through the mist, searching for something solid.

The answer jolted my numb body and sluggish brain. I knew why I'd been drugged and locked up. It was payback. I was here because I'd killed that man.

Conversation between Pamela and Corbin Thalmayer During a Cab Ride to Philadelphia International Airport in Late May

Pamela Thalmayer: I can't stop thinking about it.

Corbin Thalmayer: It's hard. But sooner or later, you're going to have to let go.

Pamela Thalmayer: It's my fault. I know it is. If only we'd paid more attention to Eddie. If only I'd been a better mother. We should never have let them send him to that school. That's where he learned to be a criminal.

Corbin Thalmayer: It's not your fault. And it's not my fault. I thought the school was good for him. He seemed so much better when he came home. At least, at first. There's no way we could have known what was going on in his mind.

Pamela Thalmayer: A mother should know. How could my son be capable of doing such an awful thing? How?

Corbin Thalmayer: I don't know. I guess we'll never know.


The Glass Marble Game

The memory of the murder was so brutal, I pushed it away. It couldn't be real. It had to be like the gorilla. Or the ants. But the gorilla and the ants happened here, in this room of rippling walls. The other thing — that awful, bloody moment — that was before. I searched my memories to see what else was before. It was like star-gazing on a cloudy night. I caught small glimmers. Flickering patches of light. I felt that if I could just clear my mind, the patches would grow together and make sense. I wanted to plunge my head into an ice-cold stream and shock away the fog.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, the door flew open. "Good. You're awake."

He caught me by surprise. I started to look at him. But something in my gut warned me I shouldn't act alert. He thought I was overmedicated. But maybe I was undermedicated. My senses seemed clearer than before. I could feel an ache in my shoulder now — an ache that he'd caused. I turned my head toward him and then past the spot where he stood. Slowly, I let my eyes drift back, as if I was having trouble finding him.

Keeping my eyelids half shut, I scanned him for clues. His clothes didn't tell me anything. White shirt. Blue tie. Dark blue jacket with gold buttons. Gray pants held up by a thin black belt. Polished black shoes. One of his shoes smiled at me, but I was beginning to learn what to ignore. Shoes couldn't smile.

His hair was cut very short. His face had the sort of lines that came from a lifetime of scowling, but he was still a couple of years away from looking old. As my gaze flicked past his eyes, my stomach tightened like someone had jabbed me with a needle and injected poison into my gut.

A memory hit me. Years ago. There'd been a rabid dog in the street near the elementary school. The cops had shot it. All the kids went to see. They wouldn't let us get too close, but I saw his eyes. Dead, mad eyes. I'd had nightmares about those eyes for weeks afterward. That's what I was seeing now.

He looked like he was in shape. Not that I was planning to tackle him. The thought of violence brought back the image of the other man. And more memories. This guy — he'd been there, too.

I shuddered as the awful sound of snapping bones shot from the past, along with the scarlet splash of fresh blood. The snaps echoed and picked up the frantic rhythm of popcorn in the microwave. I gritted my teeth until the sound faded. I still didn't know for sure whether the memory was real. The moment floated in my mind, a single scene of fear and death, unconnected with anything else.

He slid the table over to the side of the bed. "Sit up."

I sat.

He moved a step closer. "Ready?" I shrugged, not sure how alert he expected me to be. Should I mumble? Babble? Drool?

He placed a cardboard box on the table, flipped the lid open, and plucked out a clear glass marble. My gut clenched even tighter at the sight of it. He put the marble on the left edge of the table. Then he took out a paper target and set it on the right side of the table. The box was large enough to hold a lot more than one marble, but I couldn't see inside of it.

"Move the marble," he said. "Lift it."

I reached over to pick it up.

His hand shot out so fast I didn't have time to react. I struggled to hide my panic as he clamped his fingers around my wrist. "Not like that, Eddie. You know the game, right?"

I nodded, though I had no idea what he meant.

He relaxed his grip. I let my hand drop to my lap. Not like that. Then how?

Another glimmer burst through the clouds. Not just a star. A galaxy. An amazing, swirling galaxy with five dazzling constellations. I fought to keep my face slack as the memories flooded me. I understood, now. He wanted me to move the marble the special way. But that was a secret. Only five people knew about my hidden talent — my friends from Edgeview Alternative School. Their names were too deep in my heart to ever disappear behind the clouds. Martin, Cheater, Torchie, Lucky, and Flinch. Were they here, too? My heart beat faster at the thought. I wanted to see them. I desperately needed to see them. But I hoped they weren't locked up like me, doing tricks for ... Bowdler. That's what the guys in the lab coats called him.


I glanced up from the marble. "Huh?"

"You seem distracted. What's wrong?" Bowdler asked.


"Who's Martin?"

I froze. I hadn't realized I'd spoken his name out loud. Had I mentioned the others, too? I needed to give Bowdler an answer. "My dog," I said, tossing out the first lie that came to mind. "Martin. He got shot. I miss him."

"I'm sure you do." He pointed to the marble. "But you're starting to displease me. Let's get back to the game."

I remembered more. A swirling blur, like a TV show I'd halfway watched ten years ago. The game. He'd make me move the marble onto the target. Over and over. Roll it, float it, bounce it. There'd been all sorts of marbles. Glass. Steel. Pure black carbon. Plastic. Ceramic. I'd moved them all. Then he put up barriers. A sheet of glass. A cloth handkerchief. Metal foil. I guess he was testing to see what kind of stuff could block my power. But I could reach through anything. Glass. Steel. Flesh ...

There were other tests, too. Distractions. Headphones with loud music. Noise. Blindfolds. Flashing lights. Strong odors.

I shuddered again as I remembered the electric shocks tingling through my arm, or the time the room smelled like ammonia. Sometimes, they'd attached electrodes to my head and printed out long strips of paper. There were several people who helped set up the equipment. They left the room before I moved the marbles. But Bowdler — he was always there for the marbles, and for all the unpleasant moments.

So he knew I could move things with my mind. There was no reason to pretend I couldn't. If I did what he wanted, he'd leave, and then I'd have time to think.

Move the marble. No problem. I reached out toward it with my mind — just like someone would reach out with an invisible arm — except the arm is as long as I want, and there's no limit to how many I have. I can be an octopus, or a hundred-handed giant like the ones in the Greek myths. Anything I can move with my muscles, I can move with my mind. The marble wouldn't be a problem.

I reached out with my mind to lift the marble. But the marble didn't rise. It didn't even quiver. It lay there, as cold and silent as Bowdler. I clenched my teeth and tried again. Nothing. The air around me grew hot and damp. I wanted to try harder, but I didn't know how. I was afraid to look at him. Afraid to tell him I couldn't do it.

I stared at the marble and wondered whether I'd imagined everything. Maybe I didn't have any power. Maybe none of my memories were real.

Martin, Cheater, Flinch, Torchie, and Lucky — had I dreamed all of them up? Had I invented their psychic powers, along with my own?

I wasn't creative enough to do that. I could draw and I could paint. I was a pretty good artist. But I could never invent anything so amazing. Flinch could. Yeah, Flinch was creative enough to dream himself up. I'll bet there was even a fancy word for that — dreaming yourself up. If there was, Cheater would know it. He knew all sorts of trivia. But if Flinch wasn't real, how could he create himself?

Now I was definitely starting to sound crazy. Maybe that was the answer. Maybe I was just flat-out crazy.

"Excellent." Bowdler flashed a thin smile in my direction, then reached inside the cardboard box. I expected him to pull something out, but he just fiddled around for a moment, then said, "Try again."

This time, I had no trouble. I could feel my muscles unclench with relief as the marble rose. I floated it toward the target. But when it was halfway there, the marble dropped to the table.

I flinched as Bowdler pulled his hand from the box, expecting him to grab my wrist again. Instead, he scooped up the marble and the target, and put them away.

"Get some rest, my little puppet. Your real training is about to begin." Humming, he pressed his palm against a metal plate by the door. The bolt slid open and he left the room.

I inched back along the mattress until I was wedged in the corner and hugged my knees tight against my chest, trying to vanish inside myself. This can't be happening. I dug my nails into my leg. It isn't real. The pain, still dull and distant, was real enough.

This is happening.

I remembered something Cheater had said, back at Edgeview. I could picture us, sitting in Martin and Torchie's room.

"If they find out about us, bad things are gonna happen. People hate anyone who's different."

"Yeah. They could cut us up to figure out how we work," Lucky said.

"Or lock us in a room," Cheater said. "You know, use us for weapons. Or as spies."

"It's like a secret weapon," Lucky said. "It works best if nobody knows about it. We can't tell anyone."

Back then, I'd thought they were being paranoid. But someone had found out about my talent and locked me in a room. I hadn't been cut up so far, but I had no idea what they were planning. I'd give anything to be with the guys right now. Even if we all had to go back to Edgeview, where we'd been dumped like unwanted animals. Even there, among the bullies and the stink of despair.

The stink of despair? Fancy words for a kid who was recently hallucinating gorillas. I realized my mind was working better. Why wasn't I totally numbed by the drugs? Bowdler had said something about me getting too high a dose. That didn't explain how I felt. ... Maybe this time they'd given me too low a dose. It didn't matter why I was coming out of the fog. All that mattered was that I wasn't drugged now. At least, not completely. I still felt dizzy. Stray sounds — clicks and whistles and hums — floated through my mind. If I stared at my hand, the lines of my fingerprints seemed to whirl and spin. But at least I knew it was an illusion.

I needed to get away before they gave me another dose. With my powers, and a clear head, it would be easy to slip out of here. If I could trust my powers. I'd had a hard time moving the marble. Maybe the medicine had something to do with that, or I'd been distracted by the flood of memories. Or maybe Bowdler just shook me up so much I couldn't think straight when he was around. I looked at the chair. That would be a good test. As I was about to slide it across the room, the door opened again and a guy in a lab coat came in. I think it was the same guy who'd brought me the sandwich. He was carrying a small tray. No food. All I saw was a paper cup.

"It's time for your medicine," he said, reaching for the cup.


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Table of Contents


Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Part One,
1. Trying Hard to Focus,
2. The Glass Marble Game,
3. At That Same Moment ...,
4. Medicine Dropper,
5. Sometimes, It's OK to Swear,
6. Moving Violations,
7. A Year Before — A Random Act of Meanness,
8. Look It Up,
Part Two,
9. Cheater Misplays the Hand He's Been Dealt,
10. Flinch Prepares for Battle,
11. Martin Walks the Walk,
12. Torchie Makes a Joyful Noise,
13. Lucky Has Left the Building,
14. Cheater Discovers that Poker Is a Contact Sport,
15. Flinch Kills His Audience,
16. Martin Engineers an Escape,
17. Torchie Learns that Wishes Do Come True,
18. Lucky Dwells on the Past,
19. Flinch Dwells on the Future,
20. Martin Dwells on a Box,
Part Three,
21. There and Back Again,
22. Elsewhere ...,
23. Desperate Steps,
24. Elsewhere ...,
25. Radical Disguise,
26. Elsewhere ...,
27. The Power of Two,
28. While Trash and Martin Are Heading for the Hospital, Lucky Stands on His Own Two Feet ...,
29. Haunting the Hallways,
30. Checking In,
After Part Three but Before Part Four So Call It Part Three Point Five,
31. Friday Morning Peregrination #1,
32. Friday Morning Peregrination #2,
33. Friday Morning Peregrination #3,
34. Friday Morning Peregrination #4,
Part Four,
35. Three-Part Harmony,
36. Quadratic Equations,
37. While Trash Learns That Life Is a Gas, Torchie Gets Some Ice ...,
38. Cell Mates,
39. While Trash Begins to Lose Hope, Cheater Meets a Misinformed Man ...,
40. What's Gotten into You?,
41. While Trash Is Gasping, Bowdler Is Digging ...,
42. While Bowdler Digs, Cheater Gets Another Visitor ...,
43. Captive Audience,
44. While Trash Is Learning the Truth, Torchie and Cheater Rush to the Rescue ...,
45. Give Me Five,
46. Synergy,
47. Upon Reflection, a Solution Appears,
48. Major Glitches,
49. Some Dim Place,
50. While the Guys Are Catching Their Breath, Bowdler Gets to Know His New Friend,
51. Contact,
Part Five,
52. Corrupt Files,
53. Taking Care of Business,
54. First Blood,
55. Night Missions,
56. Last Ups,
57. Meanwhile ...,
58. Elsewhere ...,
59. Response,
60. Elsewhere ...,
61. Negotiation,
62. Elsewhere ...,
63. Showdown,
64. Winding Down,
65. After ...,
A Word from the Author,
Bonus Material,
Excerpt from Character, Driven,
About the Author,
Books by David Lubar,

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True Talents 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really hope they make a third book. This book was AWESOME!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the best book I have ever read. And I have read many, Many, MANY books. If you like a combo of action, loyalty, suspence, and dash of gore, then you will love True Talents.
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MMChat on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is a bit interesting at the end when Trash's friends killed Bowdler to rescue Lucky
ctmsfama on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Torchie can set things on fire, Trash can move things with his mind, Lucky finds lost objects, Flinch can predict the future, Cheater can read minds, and Martin can see into people¿s soul. They just want normal lives, unfortunately, that¿s not going to happen. When Trash accidentally tests his powers at a bank, stealing a fistful of cash, he is kidnapped by the leader of a dark company. Cheater, Lucky, Flinch, Torchie, and Martin team up to save him, and discover their true talents in the process. I liked this book for many reasons. One reason is that even though I didn't read the first book it was still pretty easy to understand. Another reason is because it seemed so real, but you know that it isn¿t, funny at times, but also serious. So serious in fact, that it involves death. But I really think that added to the whole drama aspect of the book. Also, the characters seemed so life-like, like they actually had feelings, hobbies, different personalities, and many other things that all real-life people have.Some things I didn't like are that I constantly found myself turning back to figure out what it was talking about. Also I found myself turning to the back to figure out what character had what talent. Also the book didn't seem very free flowing to me. It seemed to stay on a topic for too long. I would recommend it for grades 6+, mostly because of its language and length.
jjmcgaffey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not as good as Hidden Talents, but still good. Written for a slightly older audience, too - more real threats, not kid threats (death or slavery rather than expulsion or shaming). Graphics less interesting and less useful, though.
ewyatt on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The gang from Hidden Talents is back. They've left Edgeview Alternative and moved back home to go to high school. The boys made a pact not to tell anyone about their powers, but Eddie has been found out. Eddie aka Trash finds himself kidnapped and being experimented on by a twisted former military man. Everyone else thinks he is dead. The rest of the group - Torchie, Cheater, Lucky, Flinch, and Martin - find themselves pulled toward Philadelphia where they reunite and try to outsmart and stop Bowdler before he gets them. It was great to be reunited with these characters, see them mature, try to harness their hidden talents, and discover their true talents.
JRlibrary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Although this is the sequel to Hidden Talents, I think you could probably enjoy the book without having read the first one. Eddie Thalmayer (Trash) wakes up drugged and locked in a room. He eventually remembers his school of friends - Martin, Cheater(Dennis Woo), Torchie(Philip Grieg), Lucky (Dominic Calabrizi) and Flinch(Willis Dobbs)and their talents. The talents include hearing the thoughts of others, being able to move things, seeing slightly into the future, lighting things on fire, knowing the souls of people, and finding lost items because they talk. Eddie escapes from his prison, and sets out to find out what is going on. He will need the help of all of his friends.
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This is an aweome sequle to Hidden Talents!!!!!?
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Tjisbis one of the best books I've ever read, of which there are thousands. I highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this book true talents also
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Is it good?
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This book was AMAZING if you liked Hidden Talents I suggest you get this book NOW!!!
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I love the seires a good deal and i think there should be a book three
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Wendy Stokke More than 1 year ago
tthis boook was very good but i. but i liked the first one better... it is not written from the same characters point of view
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