Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

delusions that would take years of

out, pouring herself some chardonna

like showing off to accept such a l

I got up to leave, afraid I might s

As promised, the writer had enclose

* * * As you can imagine, convincin

on a big adventure!” I found her

Fog closed around us like a blindfo

oofs, lined a small grid of muddy g

was unlikely to be a four-star mint

“Right here,” he said, tapping

I’d seen this look on his face be

fake gold chains. He couldn’t hav

plow through a field of marshy gras

come. My grandfather had described

kitchen was a science experiment go

“So how was the house?” “Tras

“It was a lot more than just one

how much you worshipped him.” He

thought of him that way. He’s our

come back tomorrow, however—”

ut one of them unplugged. Living on

I felt numb, disconnected. It was t

Knox.” “I wonder if it doesn’

I thought maybe I’d heard him wro

upon its malevolent shape—the way

peering at me through cracks and kn

I grabbed it by the sides and pulle

sweat in the process. I finally mad

ut organs. Brains. Hearts. Lungs. E

was certainly a boulder made from p

that my fear was irrational—it wa

The girl’s expression soured. I w

een lost to the ages. Here lies bog

I unfolded myself from the cramped

home as soon as possible. If he hes

the hell was going on without a roo

what?” “About the house—about

on my arm and her knife at my side.

and gross that I finally had to sit

titled “Cairnholm under Siege.”

sneaking around the back, any hope

horse, flicked its reins, and we lu

I was led down a flagstone path and

silently. “There are far easier w

Emma guided me onto the rug and cle

ehind him. “I would ask you to si

and held it up, moving her lips as

I began to understand why Emma had

not kill them outright.” “That

and said, “This is Miss Finch and

unstable.” She bent over the albu

occurred to me, one that had been n

“Never mind what Abe’s doing,

Claire turned forward and crossed h

“We have to get out of here,” I

It began to drizzle, as if all that

the rest. It was close, and getting

upturned palm, flicked her wrist, a

Kev was manning the bar again and r

It was Dr. Golan. I wanted to say t

Morning brought rain and wind and f

“What’s it about?” She pinche

ehind the curtain. “She may not b

didn’t attend. Bronwyn yawned and

There were a few more acts after Fi

overboard: top hat, cane, monocle

thing: nobody recognized me. Walkin

answer them frankly. What was my wo

“One minute? What can we do in on

called out. “Where you been off t

“Five sheep. How much blood do yo

of it. Worm and Dylan talked tough,

“That’s good,” she replied, a

topic behind us as quickly as possi

stayed too long, I’d never want t

The clay soldier I’d returned beg

was a lie, of course. I had thought

Then something terrible occurred to

“Tell me what happened to Victor!

It was like waving red underwear at

more letters. I wondered how much l

grandfather had trampled her poor,

century, and by the time I reached

I shielded my face with the menu an

“I am, too,” I said, patting he

“Are you on a sandbar or somethin

saw was the great bold stripe of th

He could see the monsters. The mome

anyway.” Hugh seemed taken aback

Bronwyn trooped out, nodding solemn

“He used to say he’d gone to wa

I was moved by this new idea of my

“No—abducted. Just as Miss Wren

climbing roses, a kerosene lantern

are empty. In a cruel twist of iron

“Who took it?” “The wight him

traveling back and forth, I need yo

your distance, okay?” He looked a

of the normal growing-up things peo

looked up and noticed her, at which

When someone goes missing in a town

“Or if he was out by the cliffs,

climbed down a drainpipe to the gro

meal.” A collective groan arose,

“You’ll turn into a wrinkled ol

“And how’s that?” said Millar

* * * When we stopped at the bog’

“Which one’s he in?” Enoch as

to shake and tremble like an overcr

“Send me back,” he pleaded. “

I’m just a poor old bus driver, g

they can fabricate these days. And

knives that the flesh of its mouth

wood puffing out and blowing down t

“If it catches us, it’ll kill u

the floor as quietly as I could. Em

Twice the hollow was close enough f

could kill them. I tested out the w

went. Said if we tried to come afte

“Fine,” I said, “so let’s t

for someone to pick him up, or for

ealize what it was—it didn’t so

the single breath it allowed me eve

“Winston Churchhill,” he said.

ack.” I turned to Emma. “You up

landing above our heads, through wh

“Just put it down and come with u

common genetic trash of the human r

scrambling to the hatch and sprinti

sea. I squinted through the salt sp

they understood what they needed to

We marched up the steep trail and a

died, he told us why they’ve been

said Hugh. “What if all the ymbry

out where it is, but when, too?”

him a letter. I tried to explain ev

said vaguely. “I’m so tired …

“Ready to go?” I said. My frien

the bottom were some strange markin

we’d finished, Emma suggested tha

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