Look at those two. Wasting time. You wouldn’t catch me doing that.
A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. – Angeline Fowl.
Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.
Boo-hoo. Help me, I’m a girl. What kind of modern woman are you? A smart one.
In spite of what youngsters think, parents do not get a sneaky thrill out of punishing their children.
Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.
Why can’t we for once have a meeting in Starbucks?
The craft’s occupants clutched their armrests, and more than one of them closed their eyes. But not Artemis. He couldn’t. There was something morbidly fascinating about flying into an uncharted tunnel at a reckless speed with only a kleptomaniac dwarf’s word for what lay at the other end.
Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.
Connor Broekhart was born to fly, or more accurately he was born flying.
Red was smiling back at me. “Ok. I’m not in trouble. But tell me your heart didn’t start beating for the first time in a month.” I couldn’t deny it. So I didn’t.
Mulch was not impressed. ‘I’m not impressed,’ he said.
The two of them went down in a heap, with not even a turkey to break their fall.
Artemis ducked. Cudgeon didn’t. Guess what? Artemis was smarter.
Genius inspires resentment. A sad fact of life.
Holly frowned at her. “Glad to see you’ve forgiven yourself so quickly.” “Harboring feelings of guilt can have a negative affect on mental health.” “Child geniuses,” growled Holly. “Genii,” said Minerva.
I’m on my feet, pacing around the room, punching a fist into my palm, which I stop doing when I realise how drama queen it feels.
Friendship isn’t a science mudboy. Just do what you think is right.
Dreams come true all the time, just not for the dreamers.
There will be consequences for this, he thought. You can’t alter time and not be affected. But whatever the consequences are, I will bear them, because the alternative is too terrible. -Artemis Fowl, The Lost Colony.