Brom Quotes
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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.
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Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
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Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
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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.
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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 room for magic or the magical creatures of old. Earth’s first children were driven into the shadows by flame and cold iron, by man’s insatiable need of conquest.
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My name's Peter. Can I play too?
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And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.
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Did he dare trust this insane boy?
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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?
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Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
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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.
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But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?
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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.
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And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.
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Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.
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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.
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Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.
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Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.
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Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?
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If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.
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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.
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There is always something left to lose.
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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.
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Had not enough gone wrong?