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

My name's Peter. Can I play too?

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

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

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

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

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.