Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

We marched up the steep trail and across the ridge
like a company of war-weary veterans, single file,
heads down, Bronwyn carrying Millard in her arms
and Miss Peregrine riding the nestlike crown of
Fiona’s hair. The landscape was gouged with
smoking craters, fresh-turned earth thrown
everywhere as if some giant dog had been digging at
it. We all wondered what awaited us back at the
house, but no one dared to ask.
We had our answer even before clearing the forest.
Enoch’s foot kicked something, and he bent down to
look. It was half a charred brick.
Panic broke out. The children began to sprint down
the path. When they reached the lawn, the younger
ones broke out in tears. There was smoke
everywhere. The bomb had not come to rest atop
Adam’s finger, as it usually did, but had split him
straight down the middle and exploded. The back
corner of the house had been reduced to a slumped
and smoking ruin. Small fires burned in the charred
shell of two rooms. Where Adam had been was a raw
crater deep enough to bury a person upright. It was
easy now to picture what this place would one day
become: that sad and desecrated wreck I had first
discovered weeks ago. The nightmare house.
Miss Peregrine leapt from Fiona’s hair and began
to race around on the scorched grass, squawking in
alarm.
“Headmistress, what happened?” Olive said. “Why