“Peter had two short swords strapped on his back, the belts crisscrossing his chest bandito style. A black splash of war paint covered his face, and his golden eyes gleamed out from the paint. He pulled his swords free, clanged them together, and all the Devils lined up on either side of him. (the Child Thief)”

“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 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.”

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

“The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?”

“When Peter sets his mind to a thing," Tanngnost thought, "far be it from reason to stop him.”

“Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.”