My truffles? You took them? That’s just mean!

It was impressive, but, pretty much like the man with the exploding head, it was a one-time trick. When.

And was his conscience not needling him, leeching some of the sweetness from his victory?

Tonight, history was going to be made. And it wasn’t the discovery-of-radium, first-man-on-the-moon happy kind of history. It was the Spanish-Inquisition, here-comes-the-Hindenburg bad kind of history.

Holly’s mouth was a tight line as she shook her head. “Navy rules, Butler. You’re on my boat, you follow my orders.” “As I remember, I brought the boat.” “Yes, thanks for bringing my boat.

There was another thought, more persistent than the rest. It crashed into his mind like a tsunami: I have friends. Thought Artemis Fowl the Second.

There are a lot of hopes riding on you. But there is a lot of prejudice against you too.

A sprite came into my office the other day, and he had a bunch of microscopic hoop-worm larvae wriggling around his armpit. What is wrong with people?

Someone old enough to grasp the principles of commerce, yet young enough to believe in magic.

Hey,” snapped Holly. “This is not the time to blame Artemis.” “Thank you,” said Artemis. “Finally.” “There will be plenty of time to blame Artemis later, when this is resolved.