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

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.

I often meet frustrated young writers who say they've only got so far and just can't finish a book. Even if you don't happen to use what you've worked on that day, it has taught you something and you'll be amazed when you might come back to it and use it again.

Foaly twitched his tail contentedly. Genius. No point in being humble about it.

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.

I wear a name tag to help people find me. It saves time when you're dealing with idiots.

I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.