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.
BromGo and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.
BromPeter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
BromChristians. Theyโre 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.โ The Ladyโs face hardened. โThis god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.
Brom