Thankfully the rest of the world assumed that the Irish were crazy, a theory that the Irish themselves did nothing to debunk. They had somehow got it into their heads that each fairy lugged around a pot of gold with him wherever he went. While it was true that LEP had a ransom fund, because of its officers' high-risk occupation, no human had ever taken a chunk of it yet. This didn't stop the Irish population in general from skulking around rainbows, hoping to win the supernatural lottery.
Eoin ColferWho or what inspires you?" "I must admit that I often read my own articles in scientific journals and inspire myself.
Eoin ColferSig Sauer. Nine millimetres. Thirteen in the magazine. Big bullets. One of these hits you and it could blow your head off; something even the magic can't fix. Other than that you should be all right, presuming you remembered to wear the regulation above-ground micro-fibre jumpsuit recently patented by me. Then again, being a Recon jock, you probably didn't.
Eoin ColferIt was calling me, that button," he offered as his excuse. "I couldn't resist." -MULCH DIGGUMS ON A HIGHLY PRESS-ABLE BUTTON-
Eoin ColferTea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done.โ He winked at Butler. โAre you sure youโre at the library? I thought I heard water.โ Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. โWater? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information.โ โAre you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that youโre wearing that smug smile of yours.
Eoin Colfer