Genius inspires resentment. A sad fact of life.

Boo-hoo. Help me, I'm a girl. What kind of modern woman are you? A smart one.

Ignorance, as they say, is usually fatal, but sometimes it can be bliss.

You know, Miss Holly, you look very dramatic like that, backlit by the fire. Very attractive, if I may say so. I know you shared a moment passionne with Artemis which he subsequently fouled up with his typical boorish behavior. Let me just throw something out there for you to consider while we're chasing the probe: I share Artemis's passion but not his boorishness. No pressure; just think about it. This was enough to elicit a deafening moment of silence even in the middle of a crisis, which Orion seemed to be blissfully unaffected by.

If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.

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.

Caballine likes me to be masterful. She calls me her stallion.