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

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

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

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

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.

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.