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

by Ransom Riggs

“Is miracle, is miracle,” he rasped, his voice thin as twice-strained tea.

The present seemed suddenly strange to me, so trivial and distracted. I felt like one of those mythical heroes who fights his way back from the underworld only to realize that the world above is every bit as damned as the one below.

I wondered whether trusting him was merely unwise or if it crossed the line into recklessness, like lying down for a nap in the middle of a road.

What a beautiful day to go to Hell.

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