Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.
There is always something left to lose.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
Then let us go and be terrible.
Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?