Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of these ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“When it comes to big things in life, there are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Oh, thank heavens! Someone remembered the bath mat," Enoch deadpanned. "We are saved.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“You tread a precariously thin line between being charmingly headstrong and insufferably pigheaded.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“ ‘You don’t strike me as a quitter.’ ‘Then you don’t know me very well,’ I replied.” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Bombs are falling and we're reading stories, I thought. I have entered the realm of the insane. -Jacob” — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
