How much blood will it take to make them stop? How many more children must die?

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

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.

Magic?" What did magic have to do with breaking into someone's store and stealing their stuff?
"Don't you get it?" Peter said. "You're free now. You don't have to live by their rules anymore." Peter pointed into the inky blackness of the basement. "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.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.