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“In the old legends, Arachne had gotten into trouble because of pride. She’d bragged about her tapestries being better than Athena’s, which had led to Mount Olympus’s first reality TV punishment program: 'So You Think You Can Weave Better Than a Goddess?' Arachne had lost in a big way.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff?”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“That’s nice. I like that. You’re sure you’re not the god of wisdom?â€�
“I applied for the job,â€� I said, “but they gave it to someone else. Something about inventing olives.â€� I rolled my eyes.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“The rose Dawn might have found them weeping still had not grey-eyed Athena slowed the night when night was most profound, and held the Dawn under the Ocean of the East. That glossy team, Firebright and Daybright, the Dawn's horses that draw her heavenward for men- Athena stayed their harnessing.”
― Homer, The Odyssey

“It was a map. A really crudely drawn map of trees, mountains that looked like upside-down Vs, and stick people. Apparently, drawing was not one of Athena's skills.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Sentinel

“When Athena falls in love, it's purely intellectual. It's a meeting of minds. The purest kind of love.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“Headache!" Zeus bellowed. "Bad. bad headache!"
As if to prove his point, the lord of the universe slammed his face into his pancakes, which demolished the pancakes and the plate and put a crack in the table, but did nothing for his headache.
"Aspirin?" Apollo suggested. (he was the god of healing)
"Nice cup og tea?" Hestia suggested
"I could split your skull open," offered Hephaestus, the blacksmith god
"Hephaestus!" Hera cried. "Don't talk to your father that way!"
"What?" Hephaestus demanded "Clearly he's got a problem in there. I could open up the hood and take a look. Might relieve the pressure. Besides, he's immortal. It won't kill him”
― Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

“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.â€�
“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 Zeusâ€� favorite child.â€� Her smile beamed. Apollo’s blue eyes rolled.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Sentinel

“I wanted to argue but I found I couldn't. Athena was pretty darn smart.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“It's one of my inventions-a shampoo," Athena explained. "Anyway, I didn't know it would do"-she gestured toward the snakes-"that.”
― Joan Holub, Athena the Brain

“You have no idea how many times in my life I've wanted to publicly bitch-slap my brother. Thank you for the amusement." Athena
"I thought you were going to choke me for it." Bethany
"Not for this. But don't think for even one heartbeat that we're friends." Athena
"I know. But I am a goddess of justice, and while I have no problem tearing open someone who deserves it, I cannot stand to see anyone, even a Greek, wrongfully tortured." Bethany
"Now can I have my body back? No offense, but I don't wear old man well." Athena”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx

“He might fight under my badge, Bet'anya, but you're the only one he would die for.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx

“There is always a way for those clever enough to find it.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“Kissing her wasn't just a kiss. It was a full-body, mid-altering experience.”
― Zoe Forward, Hooked On A Witch

“My father, that silhouette, a form comprised of all I did not
know, a shape filled with rain. "Whenever I asked, she'd say, 'You
had no father. I'm your father. You sprang full-blown from my
forehead, like Athena.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“The woman's face was grimly drawn, an ugly expression on an indescribably beautiful face. “This is the Shadowdun. You know who I am, but I wish to know you more. What is your name?â€� Her voice was rich; it sounded sweet and smooth in Athena's ears, like soft honey. She hated every last word.”
― Kendra Sunderson

“Seperti cermin yang merefleksikan sosok kita, orang juga merefleksikan perasaannya”
― Kozue Amano, ã‚€ƒªã‚� 7

“It sucks. I think you'd make a pretty snake woman, but I'm not really into that kind of girl. Those pointy teeth and slitted nose. Their mindless need to kill..." He shuddered.”
― Zoe Forward, Hooked On A Witch

“You still can’t touch me.â€�
“But you’re still my goddess?�
“Because I’m still your goddess.”
― Kendare Blake, Antigoddess

“But she’d always watched. She had always made sure he was safe. Will I fail this time? Will I finally have to watch him die, not in his bed an old man but young, and soon, and painfully?”
― Kendare Blake, Antigoddess

“circle back, you're nearly through.
The next one, then just one more clue.
Summer's coming, dark and drear,
Soon those tourists will appear.

In the word hoard you will find
Books with numbers on the spines.
A 2 a 9 a 2 again-
Not too easy for Athena's friend.”
― Megan Frazer Blakemore, The Friendship Riddle

“I'd like to see you dance around a caldron naked.”
― Zoe Forward, Hooked On A Witch

“What are you doing?" she asked in bemusement.
Lights from hundreds of tiny candles danced in his eyes. "I have a gift for you."
Disconcerted, she said, "Oh, but... the family will exchange presents tomorrow morning."
"Unfortunately the presents I brought from London were lost in the accident." Reaching into his coat pocket, he said, "This is the one thing I managed to keep. I'd rather give it to you privately, since I have nothing for the others."
Hesitantly she took the object from his open palm.
It was a small, exquisite black cameo rimmed with pearls. A woman on a horse.
"The woman is Athena," Devon said. "According to myth, she invented the bridle and was the first ever to tame a horse."
Kathleen looked down at the gift in wonder. First the shawl... now this. Personal, beautiful, thoughtful things. No one had ever understood her taste so acutely.
Damn him.
"It's lovely," she said unsteadily. "Thank you."
Through a glaze of incipient tears, she saw him grin.
Unclasping the little pin, she tried to fasten it to the center of her collar. "Is it straight?"
"Not quite." The backs of his fingers brushed her throat as he adjusted the cameo and pinned it. "I have yet to actually see you ride," he said. "West claims that you're more accomplished than anyone he's ever known."
"An exaggeration."
"I doubt that." His fingers left her collar. "Happy Christmas," he murmured, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake