There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads. — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“Because we weren’t like other people. We were peculiar.” “Peculiar how?” “Oh, all sorts of ways,” he said. “There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“Maybe I could use a little metal on the inside, I thought. If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“To have endured horrors, to have seen the worst of humanity and have your life made unrecognizable by it, to come out of all… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“When it comes to big things in life, there are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“Hugh and Fiona stood off to one side, their hands linked and foreheads touching, saying goodbye in their own quiet way. Finally, we'd all… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
I grew up feeling like a weirdo like many kids do. But I was lucky to find my own home for peculiar children. I… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“Then I was face to face with it. Tongues fanned from its gaping, bladed mouth. Its eyes were black and weeping more black and… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“It's not about destiny but i do think there's balance in the world and forces we don't understand intervene to tip the scales the… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“Oh, thank heavens! Someone remembered the bath mat," Enoch deadpanned. "We are saved.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“You tread a precariously thin line between being charmingly headstrong and insufferably pigheaded.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“I did love her, of course, but mostly because loving your mom is mandatory, not because she was someone I think I'd like very… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“ ‘You don’t strike me as a quitter.’ ‘Then you don’t know me very well,’ I replied.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“I came to enjoy communicating by hand. There was something sweet about holding a tangible thing that had been touched and marked upon by… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“Bombs are falling and we're reading stories, I thought. I have entered the realm of the insane. -Jacob” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“Yo no sabía como llamar a aquello que sucedía entre nosotros, pero me gustaba. Me proporcionaba una sensación estúpida, frágil y agradable.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
“I think they worried that my grandfather would infect me with some incurable dreaminess from which I’d never recover – that these fantasies were… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share
