The thing about reading is that if you are hooked, you're not going to stop just because one series is over; you're going to go and find something else.

Waitress: "And to drink?" Artemis: "Spring water. Irish, if you have it. And no ice, please. As your ice is no doubt made from tap water, which rather defeats the purpose of spring water.

The two of them went down in a heap, with not even a turkey to break their fall.

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

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

I can grow cameras!" she had shrieked at the Brill brothers during one briefing. "Who's to say that despicable centaur Foaly hasn't succeded in splicing surveillance equiptment to plants? So get rid of all the flowers. Rocks, too. I don't trust them. Sullen little blebers.

Well, I don't like the first bit and I don't know the last bit. So I'm really hoping the middle bit is exceptional.