The name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. - Angeline Fowl

So, let's make a deal: If you do not voice all the withering comments about the weight or uselessness of this jacket that are no doubt swirling in that big brain of yours, then I will not mention the super-laser episode again. Agreed?" This jacket is really cutting into my shoulders, thought Artemis. And it's so heavy that I could not outrun a slug. But he said, "Agreed.

I don't like lollipops.

Trust me. I haven't been wrong yet.

Remember this? You gave it to me for ensuring your trigger finger got reattached to your hand. You said it would remind me of that spark of decency inside me. I'm trying to do something decent now, Captain.