“There!" Mars finished writing and threw the scroll at Octavian. "A prophecy. You can add it to your books, engrave it on the floor, whatever."Octavian read the scroll. "This says, 'Go to Alaska. Find Thanatos and free him. Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die'.""Yes," Mars said. "Is that not clear?""Well, my lord...usually prophecies are unclear. They're wrapped in riddles. They rhyme, and..."Mars casually popped another grenade off his belt. "Yes?""The prophecy is clear!" Octavian announced. "A quest!”
“Atticus "What's this religion going to be called?" Oberon "Poochism"A:"and the name of this holy writ I will be typing for you?"O:"The dead flea scrolls: A Sirius Prophecy.”
“Emperor of Mars: We should be rid of the Earthling now.Count Rochefort: Was your daughter on the ship?Emperor of Mars: Yes. Emperor of Mars: Life is sad.”
“That is the nature of prophecy... Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.”
“Yes,' she said. 'The Great Prophecy has begun.'Pandemonium broke out.”
“The prophecy is clear, Your Highness. The Messiah shall topple all the kingdoms of the world. Even yours.”