A Map of Days (Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children, #4)

by Ransom Riggs

“Spontaneous pregnancy?” Emma recoiled. “You’re not serious!” “It’s only happened once, that we know of,” said Miss Peregrine. She set the cookies down and fixed me with a stare. “The subject was male.” “I’m not pregnant!” I said a little too loudly. “And thank goodness for that!” someone shouted from the living room.

“And?” A few seconds passed. The headmistress frowned. “Mustn’t kill normals?” Olive ventured. “That’s right. There will be no killing of anyone in the present.” “What if they’re really annoying?” asked Hugh. “No matter. You may not kill them.” “Without permission from you,” said Claire. “No, Claire,” said Miss Peregrine sharply. “No killing at all.”

Millard wore nothing at all save a slather of sunscreen across his face and shoulders, which turned him into a sort of walking blur.

“Until they have traveled, even the most educated person is ignorant. It’s

“It means you’re careful with your heart,” she said. “I appreciate that.”

“I thought I’d never understand boys,” said Bronwyn, shaking her head. “But now I think I’ve got it. They’re all idiots!”

There was something in the act of shouting along to that particular song with these particular people while driving that particular car that gave me a crazy, spine-tingling high like I’d never experienced before. It felt like we were claiming the world for ourselves and our lives as our own. This is mine. Yes. I’ll do with it what I like.