Quotes from Brom

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

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

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.

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?

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

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

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

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

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.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

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

Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.

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

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.

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.

The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

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

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.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

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.