Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

died, he told us why they’ve been abducting so many
ymbrynes. They’re going to force them to re-create
the reaction that made the hollows in the first place—
only bigger. Much bigger.”
I heard someone gasp. Everyone else fell silent. I
looked around for Miss Peregrine and saw her
perched forlornly on the edge of Adam’s crater.
“We’ve got to stop them,” Hugh said. “We’ve got to
find out where they’re taking the ymbrynes.”
“How?” said Enoch. “Follow a submarine?”
Behind me a throat cleared loudly, and we turned to
see Horace sitting cross-legged on the ground. “I
know where they’re going,” he said quietly.
“What do you mean, you know?”
“Never mind how he knows, he knows,” said Emma.
“Where are they taking her, Horace?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know the name,” he
said, “but I’ve seen it.”
“Then draw it,” I said.
He thought for a moment and then rose stiffly.
Looking like a beggar evangelist in his torn black suit,
he shuffled to an ash pile that had spilled from the
cracked-open house and bent to gather a palm full of
soot. Then, in the soft light of the moon, he began to
paint on a broken wall with broad strokes.
We gathered around to watch. He made a row of
bold vertical stripes topped with thin loops, like bars
and razor wire. To one side was a dark forest. There
was snow on the ground, rendered in black. And that
was all.