Hollow City: The Second Novel of Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children

Miss Peregrine kept her eyes trained on the slate-gray sea. They were hard and black and contained unutterable sorrow.

They seemed to say: I failed you.

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Horace and Fiona arced toward us through the rocky sand, the wind poofing Fiona’s wild hair like a storm cloud, Horace bouncing with his hands pressed against the sides of his top hat to keep it secure on his head. Somehow he had kept hold of it throughout our near disaster at sea, but now it was stove in on one side like a bent muffler pipe. Still, he refused to let it go; it was the only thing, he said, that matched his muddy, sopping, finely tailored suit.

Their arms were empty. “There’s no wood anywhere!” Horace said as they reached us.

“Did you look in the woods?” said Emma, pointing at the dark line of trees behind the dunes.

“Too scary,” Horace replied. “We heard an owl.”

“Since when are you afraid of birds?”

Horace shrugged and looked at the sand. Then Fiona elbowed him, and he seemed to remember himself, and said: “We found something else, though.”

“Shelter?” asked Emma.

“A road?” asked Millard.

“A goose to cook for supper?” asked Claire.

“No,” Horace replied. “Balloons.”

There was a brief, puzzled silence.

“What do you mean, balloons?” said Emma.

“Big ones in the sky, with men inside.”

Emma’s face darkened. “Show us.”

We followed them back the way they’d come, curving around a bend in the beach and climbing a small embankment. I wondered how we could have possibly missed something as obvious as hot air balloons, until we crested a hill and I saw them—not the big, colorful teardrop-shaped things you see in wall calendars and motivational posters (“The sky’s the limit!”), but a pair of miniature zeppelins: black egg-shaped sacs of gas with skeletal cages hung below them, each containing a single pilot. The craft were small and flew low, banking back and forth in lazy zigzags, and the noise of the surf had covered the subtle whine of their propellers. Emma herded us into the tall saw grass and we dropped down out of sight.