“There’s no time,” he whispered. Then he raised his head off the ground, trembling with the effort, and breathed into my ear: “Find the bird. In the loop. On the other side of the old man’s grave. September third, 1940.” I nodded, but he could see that I didn’t understand. With his last bit of strength, he added, “Emerson—the letter. Tell them what happened, Yakob.”
— Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children ‎- religion-neutral stethoscope
“Worm?” “It’s his stage name,” Dylan explained. “We’re the sickest rapping duo in Wales,” Worm said. “I’m MC Worm, and this is the Sturgeon Surgeon, aka Emcee Dirty Dylan, aka Emcee Dirty Bizniss, Cairnholm’s number one beat-boxer. Wanna show this Yank how we do, Dirty D?” ‎- religion-neutral stethoscope
“The composition of the human species is infinitely more diverse than most humans suspect,” she began. “The real taxonomy of Homo sapiens is a secret known to only a few, of whom you will now be one. At base, it is a simple dichotomy: there are the _coerlfolc_, the teeming mass of common people who make up humanity’s great bulk, and there is the hidden branch—the crypto-sapiens, if you will—who are called _syndrigast_, or “peculiar spirit” in the venerable language of my ancestors. As you have no doubt surmised, we here are of the latter type.” ‎- religion-neutral stethoscope
“Time? I thought you turned into a bird.” “To be sure, and therein lies the key to my skill. Only birds can manipulate time. Therefore, all time manipulators must be able to take the form of a bird.” ‎- religion-neutral stethoscope
“They’re homunculi,” he replied. “Sometimes I put doll heads on ’em, but this time I was in a hurry and didn’t bother.” / “What’s a homunculi?” / “More than one homunculus.” He said it like it was something any idiot would know. “Some people think its homunculuses, but I think that sounds daft, don’t you?” ‎- religion-neutral stethoscope

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