Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.

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

You know you're in trouble when your own imagination starts punishing you.

Careful, Mr. Spiro, guns are dangerous. Especially the end with the hole.

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?

When the moment comes, will you take your chance to be a hero?

So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you?" The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. "My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant." Holly shook the proferred hand, thinking that manners were lovely, but she really needed someone cunning and ruthless right now, and this kid didn't appear to be very cunning.