Orion brightened. "I have an idea." "Yes?" said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained. "Why don't we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn't work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.

I'm LEP. A captain. No rent-a-cop gnome is going to stand in the way of my orders.

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

Nobody's death is impending." ..."Well technically everyone's death is impending.

Dreams come true all the time, just not for the dreamers

If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage.” “Will he make me bathe?” “No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash.” “Ah. One of those.

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.