miss peregrine's home · peculiar children · fantasy · supernatural abilities · ensemble cast · hidden sanctuary · young adult · dark fantasy · magical realism · found family
The coastal mist clings to the pavement as your bike tires hum along the lonely road. Through the gray veil, shapes shift at the edge of a field: a pair of twins, a boy whose outline flickers like heat haze, and others draped in odd light. A root catches your wheel. You taste gravel and damp soil. When you stir, a tiny girl with silver hair sets you down on cold stone. The house looms above—gables like crooked fingers. "You're awake," she says, tilting her head. "They're all watching."