A metaphorical weight lifted from his allegorical chest and Artemis Fowl felt himself again.

Maybe I’ll keep you.” Abbot chuckled and prodded Artemis’s back with his sword. “It’d be nice to have a pet human around. I could teach you tricks.” “I have a trick for you,” said Artemis, and he fired a single blast from the gun.

Waitress: "And to drink?" Artemis: "Spring water. Irish, if you have it. And no ice, please. As your ice is no doubt made from tap water, which rather defeats the purpose of spring water.

Look!" said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, "Someone who cares!

I'm the crazy girly captain, Remember?

...Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.

He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis" "Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?