Arrow Of Dodona Quotes

Has anyone ever told you,” Python rasped, “that you are annoying?” I HATH, the Arrow of Dodona said in a melancholy tone. A THOUSAND TIMES.

How about this?” I drew the Arrow of Dodona from my quiver. “We’ll ask my prophetic friend. Surely it has a better idea—perhaps access to last-minute hotel deals!” I lifted the projectile in my trembling fingers. “O great Arrow of Dodona—” “Is he talking to that arrow?” Lu asked Meg. “He talks to inanimate objects,” Meg told her. “Humor him.

STARTEST THOU: “PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY.” “The enchantment does not start plaguey, plaguey, plaguey!

Papadopoulos simply did not possess the power. ‘I can’t!’ I SHALT ASSIST, promised the Arrow of Dodona. STARTEST THOU: ‘PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY, PLAGUEY.’ ‘The enchantment does not start plaguey, plaguey, plaguey!’ ‘Who are you talking to?’ Austin demanded. ‘My arrow! I

Fine,' I grumbled. 'Maybe the Arrow of Dodona can help jog my memory. At least he insults me in flowery Shakespearean language.' I drew the arrow from my quiver. 'O prophetic missile, I need your guidance!' There was no answer. I wondered if the arrow had been lolled to sleep by the magic surrounding the storage container. Then I realized there was a simpler explanation. I returned the arrow to my quiver and pulled out a different one. 'You chose the wrong arrow, didn't you?' Meg guessed. 'No!' I snapped. 'You just don't understand my process. I'm going back into the sphere of silence now.' 'But -' I marched away before Meg could finish.

NAY. "Maybe if I brought you back to the Grove of Dodona?" NAY! It spoke so forcefully, it almost rattled out of my grasp. I stared at the arrow, waiting for more, but I got the feeling its outburst had surprised even it. "So ... are you just making horse sounds now?

He sayeth—"I sighed. "He says the answer will be in English. I hope he means modern Enligh and not the strange Shakespearean lingo he speaks—" 'TIS NOT STRANGE! the arrow objected. "Because we don't have enough spaces to spell Apollonius beest thy answereth.

I keeled over sideways. The world turned fluffy, bleached of all color. Nothing hurt anymore. I was dimly aware of Diana’s face hovering over me, Meg and Hazel peering over the goddess’s shoulders. “He’s almost gone,” Diana said. Then I was gone. My mind slipped into a pool of cold, slimy darkness. “Oh, no, you don’t.” My sister’s voice woke me rudely. I’d been so comfortable, so nonexistent. Life surged back into me—cold, sharp, and unfairly painful. Diana’s face came into focus. She looked annoyed, which seemed on-brand for her. As for me, I felt surprisingly good. The pain in my gut was gone. My muscles didn’t burn. I could breathe without difficulty. I must have slept for decades. “H-how long was I out?” I croaked. “Roughly three seconds,” she said. “Now, get up, drama queen.” She helped me to my feet. I felt a bit unsteady, but I was delighted to find that my legs had any strength at all. My skin was no longer gray. The lines of infection were gone. The Arrow of Dodona was still in my hand, though he had gone silent, perhaps in awe of the goddess’s presence. Or perhaps he was still trying to get the taste of “Sweet Caroline” out of his imaginary mouth. I beamed at my sister. It was so good to see her disapproving I-can’t-believe-you’re-my-brother frown again. “I love you,” I said, my voice hoarse with emotion. She blinked, clearly unsure what to do with this information. “You really have changed.” “I missed you!” “Y-yes, well. I’m here now. Even Dad couldn’t argue with a Sibylline invocation from Temple Hill.” “It worked, then!” I grinned at Hazel and Meg. “It worked!” “Yeah,” Meg said wearily. “Hi, Artemis.” “Diana,” my sister corrected. “But hello, Meg.” For her, my sister had a smile. “You’ve done well, young warrior.” Meg blushed. She kicked at the scattered zombie dust on the floor and shrugged. “Eh.” I checked my stomach, which was easy, since my shirt was in tatters. The bandages had vanished, along with the festering wound. Only a thin white scar remained. “So…I’m healed?” My flab told me she hadn’t restored me to my godly self. Nah, that would have been too much to expect. Diana raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not the goddess of healing, but I’m still a goddess. I think I can take care of my little brother’s boo-boos.” “Little brother?” She smirked.

GIVE ME TIME TO CONSIDER, O IMPATIENT LESTER. "But I don't have time! We're leaving for Tarquin's tomb like,"—I glanced to the west, where the sun was beginning to sink behind the hills—"basically now!" THE JOURNEY INTO THE TOMB WILL NOT BE THY FINAL CHALLENGE. UNLESS THOU SUCKETH MOST WOEFULLY. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" FIGHT NOT THE KING, said the arrow. HEAREST THOU WHAT THOU NEEDEST, AND SKEDADDLETH. "Did you just use the term skedaddleth?" I TRY TO SPEAK PLAINLY TO THEE, TO GRANT THEE A BOON, AND STILL THOU COMPLAINEST.

We’ve upgraded our service, too!” Tempest boasted. I forced myself to focus on her eye sockets. “How?” “You can use our app!” she said. “You don’t have to summon us with gold coins anymore!” She pointed to a sign on the Plexiglas partition. Apparently, I could now link my favorite magic weapon to their cab and pay via virtual drachma using something called GRAY RYYD. I shuddered to think what the Arrow of Dodona might do if I allowed it to make online purchases. If I ever got back to Olympus, I’d find my accounts frozen and my palace in foreclosure because the arrow had bought every known copy of Shakespeare’s First Folio. “Cash is fine,” I said. Wasp grumbled to Anger, “You and your predictions. I told you the app was a stupid idea.” “Stopping for Apollo was stupider,” she muttered back. “That was your prediction.” “You’re both stupid!” snapped Tempest. “That’s my prediction!

turned to Kayla. “You can’t hear this arrow talking?” Judging from her wide eyes, I guessed the answer was, No, and does hallucinating run in the family? “Never mind.” I looked at the arrow. “What would you suggest, O Wise Missile of Dodona? My quiver is empty.” The arrow’s point dipped toward the statue’s left arm. LO, THE ARMPIT DOTH HOLD THE ARROWS THOU NEEDEST! Kayla yelled, “Colossus is heading for the cabins!” “Armpit!” I told Austin. “Flieth—er, fly for the armpit!” That wasn’t an order one heard much in combat,

Apollo: Hello wise and powerful arrow. Arrow of Dodona: TOOKEST THEE LONG ENOUGH! FOR FORTNIGHTS UNTOLD HAVE I TRIED TO SPEAK WITH THEE! Apollo: It's been about 48 hours. Arrow of Dodona: VERILY! TIME DOTH CREEP WHEN ONE IS QUIVERED! THOU SHOULDEST TRY IT AND SEEST HOW THOU LIKEST IT! Apollo: Right. What can you tell me about Strixes? Arrow of Dodona: I MUST SPEAK TO THEE ABOUT - HOLD THE PHONE! STRIXES?! WHEREFORE TALKEST TO ME OF THOSE?! Apollo: Because they are about to killeth - ugh! - to KILL us. Arrow of Dodona: WHY?! THOU SHOULDEST AVOID SUCH DANGERS! Apollo: I would never have thought of that. Do you have any Strix-pertinent information or not, oh wise projectile? Arrow of Dodona: STRIXES ART DANGEROUS! Apollo: Once again, your wisdom brings light to the darkness. Arrow of Dodona: SHUT THEE UP! THE BIRDS CAN BE SLAIN, THOUGH THIS SHALT CURSE THE SLAYER AND CAUSETH MORE STRIXES TO APPEARETH! Apollo: Yes, yes! What else?! Perhaps, oh Arrow, you could do a bouillon search: Strix plus defeat. Arrow of Dodona: I USE NOT SUCH CHEATS! ...THE BIRDS MAY BE IMPALED WITH PIG ENTRAILS! Aollo: Arrow of Dodona! What else?! There has to be something besides pig intestines that will keep Strixes at bay! Arrow of Dodona: WAIT! HARK! IT APPEARETH THAT ARBUTUS SHALL SERVE! Apollo: Our buttus shall what?!

At last the Arrow of Dodona delivered its verdict: STRIXES ART DANGEROUS.

How about this?' I drew the Arrow of Dodona from my quiver. 'We'll ask my prophetic friend. Surely it has a better idea — perhaps access to last-minute hotel deals!' I lifted the projectile in my trembling fingers. 'O great Arrow of Dodona —' 'Is he talking to that arrow?' Lu asked Meg. 'He talks to inanimate objects,' Meg told her. 'Humour him.' 'We need your advice!' I said, suppressing the urge to kick Meg in the shin. 'Where should we go for shelter?' The arrow's voice buzzed in my brain: DIDST THOU CALLEST ME THY FRIEND? It sounded pleased.

I wondered if they were sharing the Arrow of Dodona’s Wi-Fi connection to look up information on botany.com