Quotes from War Crimes

“Life is not about reward and punishment,” said Xuen. “It is about understanding, accepting who oneself is right now, in order to know what to change, and how.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“How have you managed to survive for so long, Saurfang? Not fallen victim to your own memories?” Saurfang smiled. “I don’t eat pork.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“Cooperation was possible; he’d seen it. Every individual was unique—and could grow.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“All nights end, and all storms clear. The only storms that last are those within your own soul.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“Such was the way of the discontented. No proof, no explanation or reason would ever be enough to disabuse them of tightly held, deeply cherished grievances.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits,”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“shape about the size of a large dog hovering a few yards over his head.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“And in whatever afterlife your precious Light grants you, your parents will wish Queen Tiffin had miscarried.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“Thus is the blessing of Chi-Ji,” the crane said. “No more shall die this day. Take this second chance, and use it wisely.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

“Wishes do not a world make. We do the best we can where we are, every minute, every breath. We make mistakes, and we have to live with them. We try to learn from them. And that is all we can do.”
― Christie Golden, quote from War Crimes

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Annabeth backed towards the rail. "Whoa, there, sword. Personal space?"
"Jack, behave," Alex said. "What are you doing?"
"She's around here somewhere," Jack insisted. He flew to Percy. "Aha! What's in your pocket, sea boy?"
"Excuse me?" Percy looked a bit nervous about the magical sword hovering at his waistline.
Alex lowered his Ray-Bans. "Okay, now I'm curious. What do you have in your pocket, Percy? Enquiring swords want to know."
Percy pulled a plain-looking ballpoint pen from his jeans. "You mean this?"
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"Jack," I said. "It's a pen."
"No, it's not! Show me! Show me!"
"Uh ... sure." Percy uncapped the pen.
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Jack turned his point towards me, his runes flashing burgundy. "See Magnus? I told you it wasn't stupid to carry a sword disguised as a pen!"
"Jack, I never said that!" I protested. "You did.”
― Rick Riordan, quote from The Ship of the Dead

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