I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Ignorance, as they say, is usually fatal, but sometimes it can be bliss.

Don't you worry about that, Mr. Adamsson. Why don't you head back to Reykjavik and spend some of that extortionate fee you charged me for a couple of hours' usage of your frankly third-rate restaurant and perhaps find a friendless tree stump to listen to your woes?

So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you?" The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. "My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant." Holly shook the proferred hand, thinking that manners were lovely, but she really needed someone cunning and ruthless right now, and this kid didn't appear to be very cunning.

Careful, Mr. Spiro, guns are dangerous. Especially the end with the hole.

They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.

Connor Broekhart was born to fly, or more accurately he was born flying.