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.

My name's Peter. Can I play too?

That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

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.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

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