“Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.” — Brom Copy Share Image
“When Peter sets his mind to a thing," Tanngnost thought, "far be it from reason to stop him.” — Brom Copy Share Image
Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet? — Brom Copy Share Image
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too? — Brom Copy Share Image
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me. — Brom Copy Share Image
“Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.” — Brom Copy Share Image
Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and… — Brom Copy Share Image
Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers. — Brom Copy Share Image
But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another. — Brom Copy Share Image
Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you? — Brom Copy Share Image
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing. — Brom Copy Share Image
Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He… — Brom Copy Share Image
Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others. — Brom Copy Share Image
“Krampus reached over and wiggled one of the nails protruding from Jesse's leg. "Ow, fuck!" Jesse cried. "Watch it. Goddamn, what's wrong with you?"… — Brom Copy Share Image
“How much blood will it take to make them stop? How many more children must die?” — Brom Copy Share Image
Men-kind shared this world for but a blink, then, sadly, they became enlightened, found science and religion. The new world of men left little… — Brom Copy Share Image
“Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.” — Brom Copy Share Image
