Good. Illegal is always faster.

Hey, look your girlfriend is saying something. Artemis had a vast mental reserve of scathing comebacks at his disposal, but none of them covered girlfriend insults. He wasn't even sure if it was an insult. And if it was, who was being insulted? Him or the girl?

I did what all good Iriah dads do when faced with a worthy adversary..I said Ask your mother!!

I'm right there with you, darlin'. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I'm way back in the Operations Room.

A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.

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.

Quickly, Holly," said Artemis urgently. "Follow those bubbles." Holly opened the throttle. "Now there's an order I never thought I'd hear from you.