The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?

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

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.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

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.

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.