COMPLETED 2016-2017 • • Book One in the SPARK duology • • "Hey wait there a second, invisible boy. I never said I had feelings for Enoch." "Oh please," he scoffed. "The romantic connection between the two of you is so excruciatingly considerable that it blinds me." • Adeira Langston has struggled with her past and peculiarity for a long time. Unintentionally, she hurts people and has the power to kill them at her very will. She needs a base; someone to keep her at bay and in control. And the person that does is a dead-riser she clicked with easily and unexpectedly. • I wrote this book a couple of years ago now, so I apologize for the cringieness, all of the clichés, and hopeless romantic writings. :) • [a MPHFPC story] [STARTED: Winter of 2016] [COMPLETED: September 3rd, 2017] -> a perfect coincidence :) [Author's name used to be 80sQueen1980, but is now rzvenclzw] • [Awards:] 2nd Place Winner of the 2017 Originality Awards [Highest Rankings:] # 1 under finlaymacmillan # 1 under enoch o'connor since 9/17/17 # 15 out of 1,000 + stories under writing Any republications of this work are strictly prohibited and will be reported on sight. Though I do not own Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, I specifically own Adeira, her past loop and the characters that lived there, and her story line. There will be no toleration for stolen ideas, quotes, characters or plot. I worked hard on this piece, and I would appreciate if you left my work as is. Thank you in advance. Xx

Ashlyn Wainwright is a peculiar with an odd combination of peculiarities: She's hallucikinetic, cardiokinetic, and amokinetic. In summary, she can find out what people love and fear and conjure images of it. When her old loop gets attacked, she is saved by Miss. Peregrine. Ashlyn struggles with controlling her powers, as often while she creates images of what people love it turns into what people fear. She is advised to become more stable and secure in herself. To do that, she needs support. She accidentally becomes good friends with the local dead-riser, more commonly known as Enoch O' Connor. Or, maybe it's more than friends? __________________ A Miss. Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children fan fiction. Thank you for reading x [Completed on March 3, 2019] __________________ Thanks to @rzvenclzw for inspiring me to write this x __________________ Best Rankings: #1 under 'Enoch' - December 14, 2018 #1 under 'EnochO'Connor' - December 20, 2018 #1 under 'FinlayMacMillan' - January 14, 2019 #1 under 'MissPeregrinesHomeforPeculiarChildren' - June 25, 2019 #1 under 'MissPeregrine' - January 20, 2019 #1 under 'HughApiston' - August 28, 2018 #1 under 'EmmaBloom' - November 4, 2018 #1 under 'VictorBruntley' - November 15, 2018 #1 under 'BronwynBruntley' - September 05, 2018 #1 under 'FionaFrauenfeld' - August 28, 2018 #1 under 'OliveAbroholosElephanta' - August 18, 2018 #1 under 'ClaireDensmore' - August 28, 2018

Un día después de volver a ver la película de "El increíble castillo de Howl" me entraron ganas de hablar con él, como un juego, así que le escribí una carta desde mi computadora con un "usted es muy cruel" casi al final... Lo que no esperaba era que el verdadero mago Pendragon la contestara, invitándome a su castillo. 🔥 -No eres precisamente una hermosura para tentarme -Dijo Howl la primera vez que nos vimos-. Pero creo que hay una bruja dentro de ti. ¿Te interesaría aprender algo de magia?

Una brújula y un cuchillo. Eso es todo lo que una ladrona tiene para sobrevivir en una ciudad en la que los mayores ladrones son los que la gobiernan. Nadie hay en quien confiar, hasta quien roba puede ser robado. Sin embargo, en el fondo, Ali espera que la leyenda alrededor de su misterioso artefacto sea cierta, que la guíe hacia quien se supone será su alma gemela. Su búsqueda, sin buscarlo ni poder evitarlo, la llevará a descubrir los recovecos más oscuros de la ciudad en la que vive y las intrigas políticas que se desarrollan bajo la superficie de la civilización utópica en la que cree vivir. Y nadie, ni siquiera ella, está preparada para la guerra que se avecina. Pero el tiempo nunca ha tenido contemplaciones.