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Hollow City: The Second Novel of Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children

In this second installment of the Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children series, a young boy named Jacob and his peculiar friends embark on a thrilling adventure to uncover the secrets of their enigmatic mentor, Miss Peregrine. The novel delves deeper into the world of peculiar children, where the line between reality and fantasy blurs, and danger lurks around every corner. more

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Ransom Riggs
Ransom Riggs

Ransom Riggs is an American writer known for his unique literary style and modern interpretations of classic stories. Born in 1980, he graduated from Stanford University with a major in English literature. Riggs' works often blend fantasy, suspense, and literary elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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“You forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering glass. How wanting something was like dying of thirst. How your skin was too fine to keep out any of the million things flooding by; every color boiled bright enough to scald you, any second of any day could send you soaring or rip you to bloody shreds.”

“I think about Lenaya and Hugh. Will they know how much I've changed this year? Will they have changed too? I'll wait until tomorrow to find out. And then it's possible I won't find out after all. Because some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.”

“We would never call inexplicable little insights hunches, for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.”