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When I couldn’t bear to look at the pictures anymore, I shut the album. “I tell you all this because to know it is your birthright,” <strong>Miss</strong> Peregrine said, “but also because I need your help. You are the only one among us who can go outside the loop without arousing suspicion. So long as you’re with us, and you insist upon
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Copyright © 2011 by Ransom Riggs A
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Cover Title Page Copyright Epigraph
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father would infect me with some in
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suit of clothes with no person in t
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I stared at the last photo as Grand
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fight, but instead he just said,
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I spent the last afternoon of Befor
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* * * Wading through the diapers, S
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When I asked my dad why Grandpa was
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e encouraging but that nearly snapp
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to me. “Right at the flamingo org
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subdivision, Century Woods. Accordi
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danger or blood, but I couldn’t f
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and I couldn’t speak to tell him,
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elieved him, and neither had anyone
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Even my best and only friend Ricky
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eaction. “I don’t see anything
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cross-examining my subconscious, lo
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that week. I woke up screaming and
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just for me to find. Inside were th
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delusions that would take years of
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out, pouring herself some chardonna
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like showing off to accept such a l
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I got up to leave, afraid I might s
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As promised, the writer had enclose
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* * * As you can imagine, convincin
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on a big adventure!” I found her
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Fog closed around us like a blindfo
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oofs, lined a small grid of muddy g
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was unlikely to be a four-star mint
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“Right here,” he said, tapping
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I’d seen this look on his face be
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fake gold chains. He couldn’t hav
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plow through a field of marshy gras
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come. My grandfather had described
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kitchen was a science experiment go
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“So how was the house?” “Tras
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“It was a lot more than just one
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how much you worshipped him.” He
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thought of him that way. He’s our
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come back tomorrow, however—”
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ut one of them unplugged. Living on
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I felt numb, disconnected. It was t
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Knox.” “I wonder if it doesn’
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I thought maybe I’d heard him wro
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upon its malevolent shape—the way
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peering at me through cracks and kn
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I grabbed it by the sides and pulle
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sweat in the process. I finally mad
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ut organs. Brains. Hearts. Lungs. E
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was certainly a boulder made from p
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that my fear was irrational—it wa
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The girl’s expression soured. I w
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een lost to the ages. Here lies bog
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I unfolded myself from the cramped
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home as soon as possible. If he hes
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the hell was going on without a roo
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what?” “About the house—about
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on my arm and her knife at my side.
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and gross that I finally had to sit
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titled “Cairnholm under Siege.”
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sneaking around the back, any hope
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horse, flicked its reins, and we lu
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I was led down a flagstone path and
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silently. “There are far easier w
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Emma guided me onto the rug and cle
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ehind him. “I would ask you to si
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and held it up, moving her lips as
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I began to understand why Emma had
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not kill them outright.” “That
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and said, “This is Miss Finch and
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unstable.” She bent over the albu
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occurred to me, one that had been n
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“Never mind what Abe’s doing,
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Claire turned forward and crossed h
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“We have to get out of here,” I
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It began to drizzle, as if all that
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the rest. It was close, and getting
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upturned palm, flicked her wrist, a
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Kev was manning the bar again and r
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It was Dr. Golan. I wanted to say t
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Morning brought rain and wind and f
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“What’s it about?” She pinche
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ehind the curtain. “She may not b
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didn’t attend. Bronwyn yawned and
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There were a few more acts after Fi
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overboard: top hat, cane, monocle
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thing: nobody recognized me. Walkin
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answer them frankly. What was my wo
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“One minute? What can we do in on
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called out. “Where you been off t
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“Five sheep. How much blood do yo
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of it. Worm and Dylan talked tough,
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“That’s good,” she replied, a
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topic behind us as quickly as possi
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Bronwyn snatched the photo from Hug
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as her hair. Immediately she began
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ehinds, little avalanches of sand p
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“Look out!” I shouted, but it w
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“Wyn, he’ll shoot you!” Emma
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was running toward the lighthouse.
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“What if the whole thing comes do
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to look at me. His face was a stubb
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it once, and look what happened. Yo
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empty my mind and focus on steadyin
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I grabbed her and shouted in her fa
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depthless and blank. He was a wight
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“That’s not good,” Enoch said
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hasn’t the changeover come?” Mi
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When it was done, he staggered back
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fine and very old, and big enough t
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had been born but their light not y
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“Dad!” I wondered for a moment
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“Did we help?” Olive asked from
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We set out for the ridge. At the sp
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as forget-me-nots, we made one last
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All the pictures in this book are a
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I would like to tha
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