Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

So, what did you get for me?" Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans." "What?" croaked Artemis. "And a T-shirt.

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ...ah...butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?

A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. - Angeline Fowl

The name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

Artemis Fowl will never be secondary." "I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second?" said Holly.

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