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Riggs Ransom
Книга "Hollow City"
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Copyright © 2014 by Ransom Riggs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be ...
Copyright © 2014 by Ransom Riggs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be repro...
FOR TAHEREH ...
Contents Cover Titl...
And lo! towards us coming in a boat An old man, grizzled with the hair of eld, Mo...
PECULIAR PERSONAE JACOB PORT...
NONPECULIAR PERSONAE FRANKLIN PORTMAN ...
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We rowed out through the harbor, past bobbing boats weeping rust from their seams, pas...
* * * Our boats slid easily through the waves, three abreast...
Our twin hulls ground to a halt in the rocky shallows. We hove ...
* * * We dragged our boats across the beach toward a sea cav...
* * * Walking down to the water’s edge, I tried to picture m...
We tumbled through the black woods for what seemed like hours, ...
“And look!” said Olive, pointing at a rocky bluff rising in the distan...
“Take us up!” I shouted. The hollow very close now; the pain extraordi...
“I’m sure Olive’s right,” said Hugh. “There’s nothing to be afraid of ...
It seemed about to make another run—at us this time—when a voice from ...
“Sustenance, comestibles, rations!” the dog replied. “You’ll eat like ...
Addison walked on all fours with his snub nose in the air while...
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Bronwyn laid Claire in a patch of grass beneath a shade tree. She was sweating and shivering,...
“There are probably more peculiar animals buried here than are current...
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“This burying ground is filled with stories like Magda’s,” Addison said. “Miss Wren meant thi...
Addison saw the photo and seemed to wince. I could tell he was worried...
We clung to the swinging net like a tribe of monkeys, bumping c...
We left Millard alone with the boy and his mother. Returning to the ca...
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I curled up with Emma in a sleeping roll at the forest’s edge. Just as we were drifting off, ...
Eight horses were rounded up, and eight Gypsy riders—one for each of u...
The town was named Coal. Not Coaltown or Coalville. Just Coal. ...
* * * The fallen horses were well behind us when the soldier...
Mr. White saw our exchange and skipped over to Bekhir. “Aha! You recog...
Emma counted the soldiers’ bodies on her fingers. “Six. That’s all of ...
More terrible dreams, all mixed up, fading in and out of one an...
If anyone had been watching as the eight-thirty train hissed in...
Emma nudged me. “So?” “I need another minute,” I sa...
* * * Inside the phone box, Emma scowled at the receiver. “N...
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* * * We hurried past the ruined blocks as quickly as we could, then marveled as th...
He brought it to us. “How can we tell if it’s peculiar?” he said, flip...
We wandered, necks craned, bits of concrete and broken tile crunching ...
Where a coffin should’ve been, there was a ladder, leading down...
“The pigeons like to hide,” said the larger. “In the attic,” sai...
* * * The steps were slimed with moss and difficult to climb...
I didn’t know if a bird or a person had done it, but it was worth chec...
We left poor, crumbling Mr. Crumbley behind and went to the door. I gr...
We drifted into the hall. I felt dizzy and sick, and I wanted out of t...
“Your eyes don’t mean nothing!” the girl said. “False lenses are the o...
From where we stood, arrested in awe on the cathedral steps, it...
While the others talked, I turned my focus inward, trying to sense the...
* * * We had questions. Lots of questions. As Esme’s tears b...
So it had come to this: everything depended on a pigeon. Whethe...
Horace’s initial excitement had already waned. “The selection here is ...
At the sideshow, a scruffy carnival barker was shouting through a mega...
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The first few freaks were standard-issue sideshow fare, and not especially peculiar: an “illu...
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“This is a waste of time,” said Enoch. “Miss Peregrine’s clock is running out and we’re touri...
“Now what?” asked Bronwyn. “We keep looking,” said Emma. “...
There was no question we’d have to get closer and explore, but that di...
Emma crouched and called into the darkness. “Hello? Is anyone there?” ...
I am Balenciaga Wren . Hearing thos...
“Apologies for that,” said Miss Wren. “Althea doesn’t mean to be obsti...
“A heart that’s been ripped out,” said someone new, and I looked to se...
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“Were they tortured?” Emma asked. “Obviously—they were tortured out of their minds!” sa...
I moved quietly through the halls. I stood outside the ymbryne ...
For a moment I jolted awake in the dark and knew I was dreaming, but I...
Voices shouted from the top of another building. More soldiers. They w...
About the Photography Like those in the first book, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar ...
About the Author Photo: Tahereh Mafi Ransom Riggs grew up ...
Acknowledgments In the acknowledgments of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, ...
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DON’T LOOK AWAY THE NEXT VOLUME OF THE ...
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