In my experience, boys are predictable. As soon as they think of something, they do it. Girls are smarter—they plan ahead. They think about not getting caught.

Genius inspires resentment. A sad fact of life.

Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?

The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.

Orion nodded, then asked, “Dwarf cheese?” “Cheese made by dwarfs.” “Oh,” said Orion, relieved. “They make it. It’s not actually . . .” “No. What a horrible thought.” “Exactly.

I'm right there with you, darlin'. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I'm way back in the Operations Room.

Artemis felt like he was six again and caught hacking the school computers trying to make the test questions harder