Did he dare trust this insane boy?

There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.

Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.

Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.