Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?
My name's Peter. Can I play too?
And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.
Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?