Mulch was not impressed. 'I'm not impressed,' he said.

Orion brightened. "I have an idea." "Yes?" said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained. "Why don't we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn't work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.

Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!

Scientists are the enemies of tradition , and tradition own all the prisons. - Victor Vigny

Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.

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

My bugs don't have bugs.