Zeus the Mighty Quotes

“god!”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“The pug trotted into the Agora, crumbs of Mutt Nuggets flying from his mouth. Zeus gasped. “You took a detour to grab a snack?”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“Jason wasn’t your average ancient Greek hero,” the Oracle went on. “He was also a king—or he was supposed to be. Jason’s power-hungry uncle, Pelias, had stolen Jason’s throne…”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“Our story begins with Jason,” the Oracle continued. “He was a handsome, brave, wise young hero.”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“pet”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“called”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“reserved.”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“but”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“DEMETER FOLLOWED ARES, watching until the pug had squeezed through the dog-size portal to the airy northern land where Ares, Athena, and the other large animals went to stretch their legs. “Attaboy, Ares,” said a tall redheaded woman who stepped into view in”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“Almost there!” Zeus said, panting. “It’s getting looser!” Blub-blub-blub! Bubbles roiled the water’s surface”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas

“The spiky fur on his head stirred, as if ruffled by a hot breeze. No, not a breeze. It was hot, gasping breath. Finally Zeus found what he’d been looking for, the stubby object he had seen Artie flip to summon light. His paws closed around it. The clicks were constant now, almost deafening. “Let there be light!” he shouted, and wrenched the object upward. Pitch-black became pure white. The air filled with furious screeches. Zeus’s eyes were dazzled by the sudden light, and he looked down to block”
― Crispin Boyer, Zeus the Mighty: The Quest for the Golden Fleas