Control puberty?" snorted the bodyguard."If you manage that, you'll be the first.

You know you're in trouble when your own imagination starts punishing you.

Doobie always wanted to see the badge. It was shiny, and he was eight.

Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.

And one more thing. About my name — Artemis — you were right. In London, it is generally a female name, after the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. Artemis the hunter. I hunted you.

Foaly twitched his tail contentedly. Genius. No point in being humble about it.

Play along, the wink said. I'll get you out of this. At least Artemis hoped this was what his wink communicated and not something like 'Any chance of another kiss later?