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One did not become one of the world’s deadliest men by dropping one’s guard.
“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.”
Maybe he was getting old, but there was an excellent chance he wouldn’t be getting any older.
“Good-bye, Domovoi,” sobbed the boy. “Good-bye, my friend.” The hand dropped. Butler was gone.
And suddenly Juliet could feel the sun pounding on her neck, and she could hear the mosquitoes whining in her ear like dentists’ drills, and all she wanted to do was straighten up and run all the way to the airport.
Jon Spiro might have “stuff” that the military didn’t have, but Artemis Fowl had “stuff” that humans had never seen.
Holly avoided Foaly’s gaze, even though the centaur could not see her. “No,” she said. “I will not miss him.” But her eyes told the real story.
“The miracle of modern science. The LEP pours millions into your department, Foaly, and all you can do is send Mud Boys to the toilet.”
Artemis was strangely calm. “You don’t understand, Jon. It’s like I told you. I was never here.”
“And one more thing. About my name, Artemis. You were right in London, it is generally a female name. After the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. Artemis the hunter. I hunted you.” And just like that, he disappeared.
Aurum Est Potestas. Gold Is Power.
The dwarf wrapped his fingers around Artemis’s medallion. Together they would be unstoppable.
The world will remember the name of Artemis Fowl.
