Rick Riordan Quotes

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.

We are ready to defend Baltimore against the enemy except that we have no ensign …

The main courtyard was filled with warriors - mermen with fish tails from the waist down and human bodies from the waist up, except their skin was blue, which I'd never known before.Some were tending the wounded. Some were sharpening spears and swords. One passed us, swimming in a hurry. His eyes were bright green, like that stuff they put in glo-sticks, and his teeth were shark teeth. They don't show you stuff like that in "The Little Mermaid.

He was rewarded with a silver-and-red can of soda. He brandished it at the dolphin warriors as if spraying them with bug repellant. "Behold!" Percy shouted. "The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!" The dolphin-men began to panic. They were on the edge of retreat. Percy could feel it.

From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.

What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War ... Athena versus Poseidon?" "I don't know. But I just know that I'll be fighting next to you." "Why?" "Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?

He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.

Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter! spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!

Great," Percy said. "Seven of us against Hercules." "And a satyr!" Hedge added. "We can take him.

When he wins the battle, the Warrior celebrates.

Hanajima, my spear! Bring me my spear!

If a warrior lacked wisdom, courage alone would not keep him alive for long.

A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of pina colada.

The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.

Arms are my ornaments, warfare my repose.

This is your sword. You press the pointy end into the enemy. Try not to let him make eye contact with you and remember, he spits invisible poison. (Thorn)

Is Tyson okay?' I asked. The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. 'He's fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though 'peanut butter' is a strange battle cry.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

Strategy is the craft of the warrior.

Great battles are won with artillery.

It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

It is true I do not like fire. But Leo Valdez's flames are not strong enough to trouble me." Somewhere behind Hazel, a soft, lyrical voice said, "What about my flames, old friend?" "You," he said from Percy's mouth. "Me," Hecate agreed. "It has been millennia since I fought at the side of a demigod. What do you say? Shall we play with fire?

You put the Devil on the other side, and I will come to fight.

I've always thought of myself as being a warrior. When you actually have a battle, it's better than when you don't know who to fight.