“Death has come to cut your throats and drink your blood!”

“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.”

“Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.”

“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.”

“Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.”

“Free your spirit.”

“I bring fresh blood," Peter said and grinned.”