Red climbed like a monkey, I to climbed like a monkey. A very old one. With one leg. And six fingers.
Sometimes, Spiro missed the times when a troublesome worker would be thrown out a high window and that was the end of him. These days, if you threw someone out of a window, they’d phone their lawyer on the way down.
They were in a position of total ignorance and people in that position often died without being enlightened.
Unlike fairies who could produce only a single child every twenty years, Mud People bred like rodents.
Some people just needed to be stolen from.
The officer holstered his weapon, drawing out a set of cuffs.
Mona began firing with deadly accuracy, also with a stream of Spanish words that Cosmo suspected were not taught in kindergarten.
Calm, Butler told himself. Passion is the enemy of efficiency.
And was his conscience not needling him, leeching some of the sweetness from his victory?
Mortals, screw ’em.
Artemis had once seen Holly get into a fistfight with another elf who said her hair looked pretty, because she thought he was being sarcastic, as she was sporting a fresh crew cut on that particular day. Holly didn’t go on many dates. Holly.
Holmes, Moriarty, they both look the same with the flesh scorched off their skulls.
Artemis was propped on his elbows. “You hit me,” he said in disbelief.
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?
Butler struggled from a tiny fairy chair. “Right, enough talk. I think it’s time Mister Vassikin was introduced to my friend, Mister Fist.
The cow spat. “What are you going to do? Not eat me?” “That’s right. I won’t eat you and I won’t eat your entire family. Wherever they hide, I’ll find them and not eat a single bite.
When it had all become too much for the pixie, her brain had simply shut down, all except the most vital functions. She still breathed, and occasionally the monitors registered a dream spike in her brainwaves. But other than that, for all intents and purposes, Opal Koboi was no more.
Any of these vultures smell weakness, and they’ll mess you up faster than sugar in a gas tank.
The lucky ones hit partitions and went straight through. The unlucky ones collided with solid cinderblock walls. Things broke. Not the cinderblocks.
Artemis put his decaf cappuccino down gently, so as not to rattle the saucer. “We’re at the Nice Library trying to dig up anything on this Minerva person. Perhaps we can find out if she has a villa near here.” “Glad to hear it,” said Holly. “I had visions of you two drinking tea at the beach while I sweat it out here.” Twenty yards from where Artemis was sitting, waves swirled along the beach like emerald paint poured from a bucket. “Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly.