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She slid her arms around me and kissed me back, and I was overwhelmed by a tingling warmth that flooded my brain and a sudden sensation of being out of my body, like I had floated up to the ceiling and was looking down on the soft, beautiful face of this amazing girl and my friends and the whole scene, and I wondered how it was that such an exquisite moment had appeared in my life.
That house is such an emotionally loaded place for you, just being inside was enough to trigger a stress reaction.
Had I been in some kind of psychotic haze all morning? Was I in one now?
In that moment I was deeply grateful to the Gypsies, and for the simplemindedness of the animal part of my brain; that a hot meal and a song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while. Then.
Someone make it die!
Grandpa Portman really knew how to keep a secret, didn’t he?”“Are you kidding? The man was an emotional Fort Knox.
If even outcasts and downtrodden folk like yourselves can’t muster a bit of compassion for others, then there’s no hope for this world.
Would my first trip to Europe be spent evading drunken maniacs and watching birds evacuate their bowels on rocky beaches?
When the smoke cleared, we saw the chickens still coming toward us, unhurt and seemingly unsurprised by the blast, a little cloud of feathers wafting around them like fat snowflakes. Enoch’s jaw fell open. “Are you telling me these chickens lay exploding eggs?!” he said. “Only when they get excited,” said.
How many times must I tell you,” She called after him, “polite persons do not take their supper in the nude!
You’re here for a reason – and it’s not to fail and die.
Purled and meandering lines drawn by knives; brain and bone exposed by stones; the rope still digging at his throat.
Miss Peregrine had shown my grandfather. I was coming to believe I had been sent here to repay that debt – my own, my father’s, and my grandfather’s, too. I tried my best to explain. “It’s not about destiny,” I said, “but I do think there’s balance in the world, and sometimes forces we don’t understand intervene to tip the scales the right way.
Hark to the clinking of the hammers! Hark to the driving of the nails! What fun to build a gallows, the cure for all that ails!
Flesh on the outside, metal on the inside.
In ancient times people mistook us for gods, but we peculiars are no less mortal than common folk. Time loops merely delay the inevitable, and the price we pay for using them is hefty – an irrevocable divorce from the ongoing present.
Besides, horses were very large, with rippling muscles and big, grinding teeth, and they looked at me as if they knew I was afraid and were hoping for an opportunity to kick my head in.
They also – finally – let me quit Smart Aid. “Feeling better” became my new job.
Library late fines are stiff. Ten lashes a day, and that’s just for paperbacks.” -Sharon, Library of Souls.