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

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

Christians. They’re determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones.” The Lady’s face hardened. “This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.

Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.

Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.

There is always something left to lose.

The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.