1,192 Quotes by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Scars, whether physical or emotional, could be not just a representation of survival but also a story of hope.

It lessened some of the suffocating weight I carried by finally opening up to a counselor.

The Guards in front of the dais turned and froze. Then they scattered like roaches.Apollo moved up the aisle. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”“I will find you! We’re connected. We are one!” Seth was still screaming.His gaze fell to the god. He sneered. “You want to fight me now, in yourtrue form?”“I will fight you in any form, you little punk-ass brat.”Seth laughed. “You can’t kill me.”“But I can beat the living snot out of you.

Apollo nodded and Dionysus bowed to the room, sweeping his arms out to the sides with a flourish. And then he was gone.I shook my head. "Okay. Who else thinks he was high as a kite?"Hands went up across the room and I grinned.

I stared at him for a moment, and then I exploded. “You threw a knife at me!”“I did,” he replied calmly.“You hit me with the knife!”“I did.” He leaned forward, dropping his foot onto the floor. “As I told Seth, unbinding you myself would not be easy. I wish I hadn’t had to do it that way. The last thing I wanted was to cause you pain. I didn’t enjoy any part of that—well, besides the look on Hyperion’s face—but the only way for me to finish unbinding you was to pass you through a mortal death.

That's not what this is." I stared at Apollo, but damn, that globe fascinated him. "If there's going to be a god gunning for my butt -" "It is a nice butt," Aiden murmured as he studied the toes of his boots. A small grin was on his face.

The god laughed darkly. "Let's just say I made sure he was playing on our team."Curious, I started to ask how, but Apollo grinned at me. "Use your imagination," he said, and my imagination went to some really weird places.

You two should really get a room," Apollo said from out of nowhere. "My poor eyes..."I groaned. Even in his true identity, he still had impeccable timing."Gods," Aiden spat. He pulled back, casting Apollo a disgusted look over my head. "Do you get off on sneaking up on us?""You probably don't want to know what I get off on."I made a face. "Ew.

Apollo stepped toward Athena. “Let’s break down this idea step-by-step. How would we be able to use Perses? The last time I checked, he was in Tartarus.” “He is still there.” Athena tipped her chin up. “And as you know, he is not dead. He is only entombed.” “And how do you think we’re going to release him?” Apollo demanded, brows slashed. “Zeus would never agree to this.” “I am Zeus’ favorite child.” Her smile beamed. Apollo’s blue eyes rolled.