Quotes About Satyr

Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's So Yesterday, both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes.

Grilled satyr with mango chutney, Polyphemus mused. He looked back at Clarisse, still hanging over the pot of boiling water. You a satyr too? No, you overgrown pile of dung! she yelled. I'm a girl! The daughter of Ares!Now untie me so i can rip your arms off! Rip my arms off, Polyphemus repeated. And stuff them down your throat! You got spunk.

And I could always set Coach Hedge on fire," Leo volunteered. "Then he can be fire." The thought of a blazing satyr screaming, "Die, scumbag!" as he attacked Gaea was almost enough to make Piper laugh— almost.

Just don't ask me to deliver any more satyr babies and we'll get along great.

Nico glanced back at Coach Hedge. The satyr just made a shooing gesture like, Go. Do your Underworld thing.

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.

Whatever," Nico said. "But we have to hurry. And you'll follow my lead." "Fine," Will said. "Just don't ask me to deliver any more satyr babies and we'll get along great.

The only difference between a satyr and a faun," I said, "is what we see in them. And what they see in themselves. Plant this tree somewhere special." I looked up at the dryads. "Tend it and make it grow healthy and tall. This was Don the faun, a hero.

We spent the rest of the afternoon searching for the lost Girl Scout troop. We found them asleep, drugged with music. They were curled around a sign that said, "No All-Female Groups Beyond This Point. Satyr Breeding Area." Satyrs have a peculiar sense of humor. I

He has referred to the Bishop as a Faun crowned with roses," Lady Anne said severely. "I heart it was a Satyr.

The two weary but still talkative wizards sat in a pair of fan-backed chairs and pitched pebbles at the drunken satyr in the fountain. They talked about wars, enchantments, and obscure facts until the sky above the forest began to be fringed with pale blue.

I am a disciple of the philosopher Dionysus, and I would prefer to be even a satyr than a saint.

Around the hero everything turns into a tragedy; around the demi-god, into a satyr play; and around God--what? perhaps into world?

The great Satyr and Tiger of Hyrcania presents a gift to those of the Ocean; A fleet's chief will set out from Carmania, one who will take land at the Tyrren Phocaean.

Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field. Only a few steps behind, Doren went airborne and slammed into the heavyset satyr. Together they pitched violently forward into the grass, staining their skin green.

The thought of facing Owen Winter's satyr smile by candlelight was chilling.

Yes, I had disabled a six foot five satyr, caught him, and hoisted him into a chair without dropping my beer. If you think that's unlikely, you don't know how I feel about beer.)

I'm a childish fellow," responded Silenus with his satyr's smile. "Ambassador"—he nodded toward the Consul—"could I borrow that gilded pillow you're wearing for a hat?" The

I have a great interest in classical mythology and I need to make a sphinx or satyr every once in awhile to satisfy those interests. (...)

It is unjust to provoke a man and then to complain he is a satyr if the provocation succeeds. You

Has she glanced you way yet?" Twice," Nick said on a note of satisfaction. Meaning?" Nick glanced at him. "She's not completely disinterested." I see Moreland. That makes it an even half dozen hanging out for a rich wife. Four looking for their second. Rossman, the old satyr, certainly isn't likely to be much competition. What in the hell does he think he's doing anyway? He must be sixty." Basking, I should think. She hasn't given him the cold shoulder yet," Nick responded coolly.

And I'll tell you what a modern satyr is. He's someone who invents a woman on paper so that he can force her to say and do things no real woman in her right mind ever would.

He wears a beard and his face is half Christ and half satyr and his face tells the truth.

The she-satyr viewed the entire universe with sex colored goggles, but