My motto in life is 'aim true'. It came from my love of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. She inspired me to sport a gold arrow around my neck because it reminded me of her strength and that I can always hit my mark when I set intention, follow what makes my heart beat, and aim true. The arrow was a reminder that I can cut through any obstacles, that I have power, beauty, and the ability to choose love over fear every moment of my life.
How was your. . . eh. . . trip?" Artemis felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. "Um, eventful.
The point is, Sin is now going to try to overthrow me again and take my place. Do you know what that means? (Artemis) There will be much rejoicing? (Kat)
Being in command means making tough decisions. Not being in command means shutting up and doing what you're told. --Artemis Fowl
The compelling thing about making art—or making anything, I suppose—is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances. Circe, Nimbue, Artemis, Athena, all the old sorceresses: they must have known the feeling as they transformed mere men into fabulous creatures, stole the secrets of the magicians, disposed armies: ah, look, there it is, the new thing. Call it a swine, a war, a laurel tree. Call it art.
You want me here. (Artemis) Yeah, like an alien rectal probe up my sphincter. ' (Acheron)
I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time. --Percy Jackson
What do you want, Acheron? (Artemis) You know what I want. After all I’m the top of the Food Chain and you…you’re the Food. (Acheron)
Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.
Eternity with Artemis?" He heaved a big sigh. Thalia rolled her eyes. "You satyrs. You're all in love with Artemis. Don't you get that she'll never love you back?" "But she's so…into nature," Grover swooned. "You're nuts," said Thalia. "Nuts and berries," Grover said dreamily. "Yeah.
Artemis Fowl will never be secondary. " "I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second?" said Holly.
Artemis Entreri: Do not underestimate Jarlaxle. Many have; they all are dead.
Really, I'm trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over
Wait," said Butler. "Just wait, Holly. Artemis has a plan. " He squinted through the green dome. "What is your plan, Artemis?" All Artemis could do was smile and shrug.
Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming. ” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
Play along, the wink said. I'll get you out of this. At least Artemis hoped this was what his wink communicated and not something like 'Any chance of another kiss later?
Not me," said Orion cheerily. "I'm just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may I say ,young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction. " Holly lifted her visor and looked the hormonal teenager in the eye. "This had better not be a game, Artemis. If you do not have some serious psychosis, you will be sorry. " "Oh, I'm crazy, alright. I do have plenty of psychoses," said Orion Cheerily. "Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I've got them all, but most of all, I'm crazy about you.
Artemis ducked. Cudgeon didn't. Guess what? Artemis was smarter.
The goddess Artemis had a twin brother, Apollo, the many-faceted god of the Sun. He was her male counterpart: his domain was the city, hers the wilderness; his was the sun, hers the moon; his the domesticated flocks, hers the wild, untamed animals; he was the god of music, she was the inspiration for round dances on the mountains.
Brother,” Artemis chided. “You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart.
