Wait," said Butler. "Just wait, Holly. Artemis has a plan." He squinted through the green dome. "What is your plan, Artemis?" All Artemis could do was smile and shrug.

A metaphorical weight lifted from his allegorical chest and Artemis Fowl felt himself again.

Im riding a troll! i was born to do this,and steal stuff, and EAT LOADS!

Holly walked rapidly into the cockpit, strapping herself into the pilot's chair. "Seven and a half hours to save the world. Isn’t there some law that says we get at least twenty-four?" Artemis strapped himself into the co-pilot's chair. "I don't think Opal bothers with laws.

A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.

In my experience, boys are predictable. As soon as they think of something, they do it. Girls are smarter—they plan ahead. They think about not getting caught.

Yes. Because every family needs a laser for thier family jet.