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

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?

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

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

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

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

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.