“Then let us go and be terrible.”

“Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.”

“Let's play," Peter said.”

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

“Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.”

“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.”

“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)”