Blacktail Deer Plateau Your journey has only begun

She laughed, once, through her sobs. If anyone believed Peregrine actually possessed such a talent, it would be Pied. But she knew he was just saying this to make her feel better. There was no consoling her, though. Her eyes, blurred with tears, had fallen. But they lifted now and the little bodies, all five of them, were still sitting there. She gasped and began to cry harder.

"I see ghosts, Perry," she blurted. If it was anyone else, she probably would've tried to keep her ability secret. But he was her uncle and her leader now, so she began unload on him, babbling. "I've always seen them. That's how I knew when Mo died. I told Crete a messenger from the falcons told me. That messenger was Mo herself. And Tyrannus. Their ghosts." As she confessed, she felt a queer knot in her throat and suddenly she felt like something had knocked the wind out of her.