by Helen Cresswell
with John Neville

Tarn was a Rhymer who couldn't rhyme, until he met the strange, shining boy:
This is the one, this is the one
White like the moon and gold like the sun.
And from that moment he knew that he must follow the boy, even if it was to the Outlands where few people had been before, and those that had, never came back the same.
Today: Boy