Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.

It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.

We get an apartment together, and after a whirlwind courtship you marry my sister and honeymoon in Vegas.

Knock yourself out... Or rather, don't.

It 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?

The name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist, and that I am not a gibbering moron.