Juniper Percy Jackson Quotes

Are you guys busy?" Juniper asked. "Well," I said, "we're in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we're trying not to die." "We're not busy," Annabeth said.

I thought maybe he was seeing another tree. - Juniper

Juniper: Are you guys busy? Percy: Well, we’re in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we’re trying not to die. Annabeth: We’re not busy.

He had a crush on a blueberry bush once.

Yeah, but the satyrs you have are working super hard,” I said. “I think they’re scared of you.” Grover blushed. “That’s silly. I’m not scary.” “You’re a lord of the Wild, dude. The chosen one of Pan. A member of the Council of—” “Stop it!” Grover protested. “You’re as bad as Juniper. I think she wants me to run for president next.” He

outcast!” When he’d disappeared into the bushes, Juniper wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry, Percy. I didn’t mean to get you involved. Leneus is still a lord of the Wild. You don’t want to make an enemy of him.” “No problem,” I said. “I’ve got worse enemies than overweight satyrs.” Nico walked back to us. “Good job, Percy. Judging from the trail of goat pellets, I’d say you shook him up pretty well.

green-tinted with chlorophyll from crying. “Percy,” she sniffled. “I was just asking about Grover. I know something’s happened. He wouldn’t stay gone this long if he wasn’t in trouble. I was hoping that Leneus—” “I told you!” the satyr protested. “You are a better off without that traitor.” Juniper stamped her foot. “He is not a traitor! He’s the bravest satyr ever, and I want to know where he is!” “WOOF!” Leneus’s knees started knocking. “I . . . I won’t answer questions with this hellhound sniffing my tail!” Nico looked like he was trying to not crack up. “I’ll walk the dog,” he volunteered.

Anyway, I met up with Annabeth after school. Grover wasn’t with us, since he was downtown doing his photo shoot with Blanche. Apparently, she was going to dress him in a kilt of withered palm leaves, drape him across a burnt log, and photograph him surrounded by dead insects. Grover planned to frame the photo and present it to Juniper as a gift on her bloom day in January. I don’t understand a single part of what I just said, but nobody asked my opinion.

Grover: Oh, um—well, it’s a little embarrassing. I got this request once from a muskrat who wanted to hear “Muskrat Love.” Well ... Ilearned it, and I have to admit I enjoy playing it. Honestly, it’s not just for muskrats anymore! It’s a very sweet love story. I get misty-eyed every time I play it. So does Percy, but I think that’s because he’s laughing at me. Who would you least like to meet in a dark alley—a Cyclops or an angry Mr. D? Grover: Blah-hah-hah! What kind of question is that? Um—well... I’d much rather meet Mr. D, obviously, because he’s so . . . er, nice. Yes, kind and generous to all us satyrs. We all love him. And I’m not just saying that because he’s always listening, and he would blast me to pieces if I said anything different. In your opinion, what’s the most beautiful spot in nature in all of America? Grover: It’s amazing there are any nice spots left, but I like Lake Placid in upstate New York. Very beautiful, especially on a winter day! And the dryads up there—wow! Oh, wait, can you edit that part out? Juniper will kill me. Are tin cans really that tasty? Grover: My old granny goat used to say, “Two cans a day keep the monsters away.” Lots of minerals, very filling, and the texture is wonderful. Really, what’s not to like? I can’t help it if human teeth aren’t built for heavy-duty dining. Interview with PERCY JACKSON, Son of Poseidon What’s your favorite part about summers at

magic.’ The old satyr’s eye twitched. ‘I’m telling you I’ve heard nothing. Perhaps he’s dead.’ Juniper choked back a sob. ‘He’s not dead,’ I said. ‘I can feel that much.’ ‘Empathy links,’ Leneus said disdainfully. ‘Very unreliable.’ ‘So ask around,’ I insisted. ‘Find him. There’s a war coming. Grover was preparing the nature spirits.’ ‘Without my permission! And it’s not our war.’ I grabbed him by the shirt, which seriously wasn’t like me, but the stupid old goat was making me mad.

He had a crush on a blueberry bush once,” Juniper said miserably.

Juniper sniffled. She wiped her silky sleeve under her eyes. “It’s Grover. He seems so distraught. All year he’s been out looking for Pan. And every time he comes back, it’s worse. I thought maybe, at first, he was seeing another tree.

Mrs. O’Leary bounded back over and took an interest in Juniper’s dress. Juniper yelped. “Oh, no you don’t! I know about dogs and trees. I’m gone!

Since she is a dryad, Juniper’s life source is tied to a juniper bush back on Long Island, but Grover explained that she can take short trips away from home as long as she keeps a handful of fresh juniper berries in her pockets. I didn’t want to ask what would happen if the berries got accidentally smashed.