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Copyright © 2011 by Ransom Riggs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any <strong>for</strong>m without written permission from the publisher. Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Number: 2010942876 eISBN: 978-1-59474-513-3 Cover photograph courtesy of Yefim Tovbis e-book production management by Melissa Jacobson Quirk Books 215 Church Street Philadelphia, PA 19106 quirkbooks.com v3.1
SLEEP IS NOT, DEATH IS NOT; WHO SEEM TO DIE LIVE. HOUSE YOU WERE BORN IN, FRIENDS OF YOUR SPRING-TIME, OLD MAN AND YOUNG MAID, DAY’S TOIL AND ITS GUERDON, THEY ARE ALL VANISHING, FLEEING TO FABLES, CANNOT BE MOORED. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Page 9 and 10: father would infect me with some in
Page 11 and 12: suit of clothes with no person in t
Page 16 and 17: I stared at the last photo as Grand
Page 18 and 19: fight, but instead he just said,
Page 21 and 22: I spent the last afternoon of Befor
Page 23 and 24: * * * Wading through the diapers, S
Page 26 and 27: When I asked my dad why Grandpa was
Page 28 and 29: e encouraging but that nearly snapp
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Page 32 and 33: subdivision, Century Woods. Accordi
Page 34 and 35: danger or blood, but I couldn’t f
Page 36: and I couldn’t speak to tell him,
Page 39 and 40: elieved him, and neither had anyone
Page 41 and 42: Even my best and only friend Ricky
Page 43 and 44: eaction. “I don’t see anything
Page 45 and 46: cross-examining my subconscious, lo
Page 47 and 48: that week. I woke up screaming and
Page 49: 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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stayed too long, I’d never want t
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The clay soldier I’d returned beg
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was a lie, of course. I had thought
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Then something terrible occurred to
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“Tell me what happened to Victor!
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It was like waving red underwear at
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more letters. I wondered how much l
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grandfather had trampled her poor,
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century, and by the time I reached
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I shielded my face with the menu an
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“I am, too,” I said, patting he
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“Are you on a sandbar or somethin
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saw was the great bold stripe of th
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He could see the monsters. The mome
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anyway.” Hugh seemed taken aback
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Bronwyn trooped out, nodding solemn
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“He used to say he’d gone to wa
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I was moved by this new idea of my
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“No—abducted. Just as Miss Wren
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climbing roses, a kerosene lantern
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are empty. In a cruel twist of iron
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“Who took it?” “The wight him
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traveling back and forth, I need yo
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your distance, okay?” He looked a
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of the normal growing-up things peo
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looked up and noticed her, at which
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When someone goes missing in a town
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“Or if he was out by the cliffs,
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climbed down a drainpipe to the gro
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meal.” A collective groan arose,
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“You’ll turn into a wrinkled ol
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“And how’s that?” said Millar
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* * * When we stopped at the bog’
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“Which one’s he in?” Enoch as
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to shake and tremble like an overcr
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“Send me back,” he pleaded. “
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I’m just a poor old bus driver, g
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they can fabricate these days. And
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knives that the flesh of its mouth
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wood puffing out and blowing down t
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“If it catches us, it’ll kill u
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the floor as quietly as I could. Em
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Twice the hollow was close enough f
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could kill them. I tested out the w
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went. Said if we tried to come afte
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“Fine,” I said, “so let’s t
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for someone to pick him up, or for
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ealize what it was—it didn’t so
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the single breath it allowed me eve
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“Winston Churchhill,” he said.
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ack.” I turned to Emma. “You up
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landing above our heads, through wh
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“Just put it down and come with u
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common genetic trash of the human r
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scrambling to the hatch and sprinti
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sea. I squinted through the salt sp
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they understood what they needed to
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We marched up the steep trail and a
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died, he told us why they’ve been
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said Hugh. “What if all the ymbry
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out where it is, but when, too?”
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him a letter. I tried to explain ev
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said vaguely. “I’m so tired …
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“Ready to go?” I said. My frien
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the bottom were some strange markin
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we’d finished, Emma suggested tha
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Miss Nightjar Takes All the Hard Ca
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