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

“Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.”

“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.”

“Let's play," Peter said.”

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

“Peter didn't answer. He pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and put his chin on his knees. Ever the contradiction, Tanngnost thought. One moment a cold-hearted killer, the next a sentimental boy, always the eternal optimist despite a lifetime of tragedy. Of course, that's his glamour. The very thing that draws the children to him, makes them love him despite so many contradictions. (The Child Thief)”

“Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?”