The Desolations of Devil's Acre (Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children, #6)

by Ransom Riggs

Then again, my friends were my world.

good-natured bullying

“I will, I will lose my wig when it’s appropriate!”

“I trust them about as far as I can throw them,” said Enoch. “Me too,” agreed Bronwyn. Enoch rolled his eyes. “You could throw them a long way.” “It’s true,” she said. “I have a trusting nature.”

“We didn’t come to fight with you,” Wreck interrupted. Dogface sulked. “I did.”

It took a lot of energy to be fussed over,

Though I loved her still, in a dimmed and dusty way.

We had, as usual, little choice but to entrust our lives to a person who in the normal world would be considered deeply unwell.

“There’s nothing revolting about love, you Victorian prudes.”

He was insufferable most of the time but unsinkable, too,

Miss Peregrine is brilliant at protecting us, but rubbish at planning battles. You can’t win a war if you refuse to put your soldiers in harm’s way.”

“It was terrible, seeing you that way.” “I thought it was quite cool, if I’m being honest,”