“• “Which was the moment when Hook first realized something about himself—something so surprising that even his glorious hair took issue with it, whipping him about his face with the force of a stiff wind and an even more righteous indignation. He actually wished he could give her the new ship.” 157
But this Peter—the Peter whose face wore the anger of the gods—he was unknown to them, and they saw immediately the danger they were in. 190
“And where will you be going?” the Norseman asked. He tucked his bow behind his shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest, as though riding on the shoulders of a winged man was the most natural thing in the world. “Me?” Wendy grinned. “One does not keep one’s commission by standing around in a London office staring at maps on the wall.”