Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
Stars, too, were time travelers. …If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries
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but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.
And she had. She had meant and accomplished every word of it.
Rowan counted the ships that slid over the horizon. Counted the ships in their own armada. Added Rolfe’s— and the Mycenians he was rallying in the North.
Tears slid down Aedion’s face as he silently sobbed. Where are our allies, Aelin? Where are our armies?