Did he dare trust this insane boy?

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

Let’s play,” Peter said.

Enough talk,” Peter said, and his eyes flashed. “It’s time to turn you three into killers.

Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn’t need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another. If it wasn’t drugs, then there was always something else.

I bring fresh blood,” Peter said and grinned.

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.

Spain?” Jesse said and glanced about at the others, but they looked equally perplexed. “Spain?” “Yes, to Baldr’s castle. Where did you think he lived? The North Pole?

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 shook his head, knowing that soon this little boy would be just as mean as these bigger kids, because meanness had an ugly way of spreading.