Look!" said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, "Someone who cares!
Eoin ColferEverything rests on the poisoned wine. If it were just the queen, I could force it down her gullet, but Declan Broekhart would run me through with that damned ceremonial sword, and if his wife's stares were daggers, he'd be dead already.
Eoin ColferIt took teams of LEP warlocks to slow down time for a few hours; the magic required to open a door to the tunnel was stupendous. It would be easier to shoot down the moon. Opal tapped this into her notepad. Reminder. Shoot down the moon? Viable?
Eoin ColferGrab some caviar from the kitchen. You wouldn't believe the muck they feed us in Bartleby's for ten thousand a term.
Eoin ColferI'm on my feet, pacing around the room, punching a fist into my palm, which I stop doing when I realise how drama queen it feels.
Eoin ColferArtemis: "Right, brothers. Onward. Imagine yourself seated at a cafe in Montmartre." Myles: "In Paris." Artemis: "Yes, Paris. And try as you will, you cannot attract the waiter's attention. What do you do?" Beckett: "Umm...tell Butler to jump-jump-jump on his head?" Myles: "I agree with simple-toon." Artemis: "No! You simply raise one finger and say clearly 'ici, garcon.'" Beckett: "Itchy what?
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