Brom may refer to:
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.
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
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?
Did he dare trust this insane boy?
Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?
That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.
My name's Peter. Can I play too?
If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.
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.
Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.
Then let us go and be terrible.
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.
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.
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.
Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.
My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.
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.
Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?