Library of Souls (Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children, #3)

by Ransom Riggs

What a beautiful day to go to Hell.

“An opportunist disguised as a friend can be every bit as dangerous as an outright enemy.”

She had this amazing capacity to turn sadness into anger and anger into action, which meant nothing ever kept her down for long.

I had slain my demons already, but the victories were fleeting; others had risen up quickly to replace them.

“Doubt is the pinprick in the life raft.”

Just a story. It had become one of the defining truths of my life that, no matter how I tried to keep them flattened, two-dimensional, jailed in paper and ink, there would always be stories that refused to stay bound inside books. It was never just a story. I would know: a story had swallowed my whole life.

But I was the perfect automaton: blessed with ability but cursed with ignorance.

Why did we have more than we knew what to do with, while they had less than they needed to stay alive?

There was something sweet about holding a tangible thing that had been touched and marked upon by someone I loved.