Miss me? Bet you did ... so would I.

I can grow cameras!" she had shrieked at the Brill brothers during one briefing. "Who's to say that despicable centaur Foaly hasn't succeded in splicing surveillance equiptment to plants? So get rid of all the flowers. Rocks, too. I don't trust them. Sullen little blebers.

Now before we get into anything, ladies, no scratching, no spitting and no tattling to mummy.

People like me, LB, the truly great ones ... we are always alone.

The craft's occupants clutched their armrests, and more than one of them closed their eyes. But not Artemis. He couldn't. There was something morbidly fascinating about flying into an uncharted tunnel at a reckless speed with only a kleptomaniac dwarf's word for what lay at the other end.

A genius. A criminal mastermind. A millionaire. And he is only twelve years old.

Caballine likes me to be masterful. She calls me her stallion.