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.
It’s a strange feeling not to know who you are exactly.
Sometimes being a genius was a burden.
Artemis landed on the body heap and blinked the mud from his eyes. Someone, or something, stood naked before him, an ethereal figure glowing with divine light from head to foot. It reached out a shining hand and spoke in a deep movie promo voice: “Pull my finger.
Lawyers. Everyone should have one.
Foaly is singing,” said Holly. “Surely that’s illegal?
Someone old enough to grasp the principles of commerce, yet young enough to believe in magic.
I met Jesus,’ mumbled Vern, his head coming up. ‘He weren’t even a good carpenter.
Root stood on the doorstep, palms up, the universal gesture for Look, I’m not carrying a big murderous weapon.
And not just a troll, Bellico realized. A troll and its rider. Mulch Diggums was clamped to the back of the troll’s head with a hank of hair in each hand.
Artemis smiled grimly. And for a moment, he felt like his old, conniving self, before Holly and his mother had introduced him to their pesky moral codes.
It is like the old fairy tale. The boy saves the princess; they fall in love. He invents a flying machine – along with his dashing teacher, of course. They get married and name their firstborn after the aforementioned dashing teacher.
Butler had an excuse for not being in Iceland that would hold up in any court of law and possibly even on a note for teacher.
Angeline, distraught over her son’s obsession and afraid of the effects of the past year on Artemis’s mind, signed her thirteen-year-old up for treatment with the school counselor. You have to feel sorry for him. The counselor, that is.
I always thought my intellect would keep me alive, but now I shall be killed by my own baby brother with a rock. The ultimate sibling rivalry.
We’re off again, I suppose,” said Mulch eventually. “Off on another save-the-world-nic-of-time-seat-of-your-pants adventure?
Artemis stepped into his mother’s embrace. It was warm and strong. She was wearing perfume. He felt like the boy he was.
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.
I have it on very good authority that I have a lovely pee-pee, so lay off.
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