Quotes About Conflict

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

A weapon, I told Horus. I need a weapon. I reached into the Duat and pulled out an ostrich feather. "Really?" I yelled. Horus didn't answer

Look, ladies, we've been over this. I don't even remember killing Medusa. I don't remember anything! Can't we just call a truce and talk about your weekly specials? Stheno gave her sister a pouty look, which was hard to do with giant bronze tusks. Can we?

dealing with any man means dealing with multiple personalities.

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness

It's a good thing Jack was no longer in my hands, because I would've pulled a full-on Kylo Ren temper tantrum.

I'M PRETTY GOOD at multitasking, so I figured I could flee in terror and argue at the same time.

You're already married! Hera protested. To me! Curses! said Zeus. Er, I mean, of course, dear.

The only thing they had in common was Calypso, and every time Leo thought about that he wanted to punch Percy in the face.

Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasn't a compliment. "I will rend your limbs from their sockets!" he shouted. "I will—" "Die?" Carter suggested.

Mugged by my own mother.

A little background: Annabeth used to adventure with Hermes's son Luke. Over time, Annabeth developed a crush on Luke. As Annabeth got older, Luke developed feelings for her, too. Luke turned evil. Hermes blamed Annabeth for not preventing Luke from turning evil. Annabeth blamed Hermes for being a rotten dad and giving Luke the capacity to become evil in the first place. Luke died in war. Hermes and Annabeth blamed each other. Confused? Welcome to my world.

I tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like I'd just punched her grandmother.

I need to talk to Clarisse, Annabeth said. I stared at her as if she'd just said I need to eat a large, smelly boot. What for?

Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough. The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse.

So you can't live in Manhattan?' she asked. Amos's brow furrowed as he looked across at the Empire State Building. 'Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It's best we stay separate.

It doesn't seem right? Another part of him wondered, Since when do I worry about what's right?

Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. But she did something that surprised me even more... She kissed me.

That's what being a demigod was all about, not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.

Far below, I heard Cacus bellowing as millions, maybe even thousands of filthy gallons of water slammed into him. Meanwhile, Annabeth alternately shouted, gagged, hit me, called me endearing pet names like, Idiot! Stupid--dirty--moron-- and topped it all off with Kill you!

Why won't you drown? he wailed, pummeling me with his fists. I'm Poseidon's son, I said. Curse that upstart! I was here first!

Boy, Annabeth interrupted, I'm sure you both would've been wonderful at killing each other. But right now you need some rest.

Wonderful, Annabeth thought. Her own mother, the most levelheaded Olympian, was reduced to a raving, vicious scatterbrain in a subway station. And, of all the gods who might help them, the only ones not affected by the Greek-Roman schism seemed to be Aphrodite, Nemesis and Dionysus. Love, revenge, wine. Very helpful.