Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without use of his armoury. Though I'm sure one would be quite sufficient.

If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.

Onscreen, Foaly rubbed his eyelids with his index fingers. "Yeah, yeah. Here we go. Captain Short goes rogue once more. Hands up who's surprised. Anyone?

I'm on my feet, pacing around the room, punching a fist into my palm, which I stop doing when I realise how drama queen it feels.

You wouldn't know a clue if it danced in front of you with a T-Shirt that read 'I'm a clue

There is always a use for everything, Victor had told him. Even pain.

And one more thing. About my name — Artemis — you were right. In London, it is generally a female name, after the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. Artemis the hunter. I hunted you.