Quotes About Conflict

Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.

It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.

Percy hefted a bronze grenade. 'I hope you labelled these right.' He yelled, 'Die, Romans!' and lobbed the grenade over the wall.

ZEUS SUX and TYPHOEUS WUZ HERE.

I'm scared, Nico mumbled. He was fiddling with something—a little metal toy soldier of some kind. Stop talking! Dr. Thorn said. Face me!

Look, lady, we're not going to go all HUNGER GAMES on each other. Isn't going to happen.

He is driven by bitterness and anger. You can understand that.' Nico wanted to yell, Like you know what I feel?

Up in my business Always burning Oracles Romans gonna hate

He (Leo) forced his fists to unclench. Look, lady, we're not going all Hunger Games on each other. Isn't going to happen. But you will win a fabulous honor! Nike reached into a basket at her side and produced a wreath of thick leaves and laurels. This crown of leaves could be yours! You can wear it on your head! Think of the glory!

This is for Phoebe,' she snarled in his ear. 'For Kinzie. For all those you killed. You will die at the hands of a girl.' Orion thrashed and fought, but Reyna's will was unshakeable. The power of Athena infused her cloak. Bellona blessed her with strength and resolve. Not one but two powerful goddesses aided her, yet the kill was for Reyna to complete. Complete it she did.

My heroes, our time together is short," Juno said. "I am grateful that you called upon me. I have spent weeks in a state of pain and confusion...my Greek and Roman natures warring against each other. Worse, I've been forced to hide from Jupiter, who searches for me in his misguided wrath, believing that I caused this war with Gaea." "Gee," Annabeth said, "why would he think that?

Sorghum started to answer, but Wheat flew at him and knocked him down. The karpoi began to fight, dissolving into funnel clouds of grain. Hazel considered making a run for it. Then Wheat re-formed, holding Sorghum in a headlock. Stop! he yelled at the others. Mulitgrain fighting is not allowed!

Come on, then! she yelled. I'll destroy you all myself if I have to! A metallic smell of storm filled the air. All the hairs on Piper's arms stood up. The thing is, said a voice from above, you don't have to. Piper's heart could've floated out of her body. At the top of the nearest colonnade stood Jason, his sword gleaming gold in the sun. Frank stood at his side, his bow ready. Hazel sat astride Arion, who reared and whinnied in challenge.

Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.

No offense, kid, but I have a strong desire to murder your uncle with extreme prejudice." "No offense taken," I said. "I'm tempted to help you.

A faun," Bryce said. "Interesting. I heard the Greeks actually trusted their goat men." Hedge bleated. "I'm a satyr. And you can trust I'm going to put this bat upside your head, you little punk.

It wasn't the most rational move, but I was hungry. I was angry. I hated being taken advantage of, and I didn't particularly like bald eagles. The blade hit the bird's back and stuck there like superglue. I tried to pull it away, but it wouldn't move. My hands were grafted to the sword grip. "Okay, then," the eagle squawked, "we can play it that way." He took off through the food court at sixty miles an hour, dragging me along behind him.

Leo tried to remember what had happened. He was pretty sure he had defeated Gaia…

She decided to make his life as terrible, tragic and complicated as possible, so that some day Percy Jackson would have a really hard time writing about it.

My point, Jason said, is that blaming each other isn't going to solve anything. That's how the Romans and the Greeks got divided in the first place.

I hate Hera.

But my point is... I was projecting my anger onto someone else, someone safer. I think you might be doing some of the same thing now, Meg. You're raging at Caligula because it's safer than raging at your stepfather. ... Anger is good. It means you're making progress. But be aware that you might be angry right now at the wrong person. I don't want you charging blindly into battle against this particular emperor.

Good idea," Percy put in. "Go burn your bears, Octavian.

Man, what is your problem?" Leo grumbled. Percy blinked. "So...I guess we're not cool?" "Of course we're not cool! You're as bad as Jason! I'm trying to resent you for being all perfect and hero-y and whatnot. Then you go and act like a standup guy. How am I supposed to hate you if you apologize and promise to help and stuff?" A smile tugged at the corner of Percy's mouth. "Sorry about that.