Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl, #1)
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“Confidence is ignorance,” advised the centaur. “If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know.”
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Don’t think about it, Holly told herself. Don’t think about the white-hot magma flow that’s going to engulf this tiny craft. Don’t think about hurtling toward the surface with a MACH 2 force trying to turn you inside out. And certainly don’t think about the blood-crazed troll ready to disembowel you with his tusks. Nope. Don’t think about any of that stuff.…Too late.
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you say, you had magic, you would have no doubt used it by now.
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“D’Arvit!” growled Root. (There is no point translating that word, as it would have to be censored.)
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I win, I’m a prodigy. If I lose, then I’m crazy. That’s the way history is written.”
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And if history had taught any lessons it was that humans couldn’t get along with anyone, even themselves.
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human tell us who he was? He must have known we could find him.” Root shrugged.
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one step ahead of us all the way, and this
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they both look the same with the flesh scorched off their skulls.” And with that elegant parting
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can’t do that.” “Oh, really? And why not?” Grub drew himself up to his full height. “An LEP officer never relinquishes his weapon.” Butler nodded. “Fair enough. Thought I’d ask. Off you go then.” Hardly able to believe his luck, Grub scurried back toward the command tower. He was the last fairy standing. Trouble was snoring in the gravel but he, Grub Kelp, had faced down the Mud Monster. Wait until Mommy heard about this. Holly sat on the edge of her bed, fingers curled around
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Root stood on the doorstep, palms up, the universal gesture for Look, I’m not carrying a big murderous weapon. “You’re Fowl?”
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Two dozen controlled charges detonated in their chambers, driving two dozen alloy cylinders out of their mounts at over a thousand miles per hour. Upon impact, each bar pulverized the contact area plus the surrounding fifteen centimeters, effectively blowing the door off its damn hinges. As the captain would say.