Quotes About Artemis

The ripple effects of young Opal's murder in the corner of a field were more widespread than even Artemis could have imagined, though in truth imagine is the wrong verb, as Artemis Fowl was not in the habit of imagining anything. Even as a small boy, he had never nurtured daydreams of himself on horseback fighting dragons. What Artemis preferred to do was visualize an achievable objective and then work toward that goal.

Angeline, distraught over her son's obsession and afraid of the effects of the past year on Artemis's mind, signed her thirteen-year-old up for treatment with the school counselor. You have to feel sorry for him. The counselor, that is.

Exactly, Artemis," confirmed the bodyguard. "Or, as we used to say in the Delta: we are running blindfolded into the kill box." Artemis's face fell. Kill box? Holly shot Butler a withering glance. Nicely put, big guy. Artemis's family lives in that kill box.

Artemis put on his best sinister face. Evil. He told himself. Evil, but highly intelligent. And determined; don't forget determined.

A genius he may be, but he is still a habitual meddler and magnet for trouble." The bodyguard winked at Artemis. "No offense, young sir, but you could turn a Sunday picnic into an international incident.

That's what I thought. When I looked that human in the face, I figured he was either a genius or crazy.' Artemis's cool eyes glared at them from the screen. 'So which is it?' asked Foaly. 'A genius or crazy?' Root grabbed his tri-barreled blaster from the gun rack. 'What's the difference?' he snapped, strapping his trusty weapon to his hip.

She had never heard Artemis sound so warm, so sincere. Usually emotional displays were difficult for the boy and he stumbled through them awkwardly. This wasn't like him at all.

suplexed a particularly impudent pizza boy. The suplex, Artemis gathered, was a wrestling move. An unusual obsession for a teenage girl. But then again she was, after all, a Butler.

Artemis smiled grimly. And for a moment, he felt like his old, conniving self, before Holly and his mother had introduced him to their pesky moral codes.

Ga Artemis redden. Dat is het allerlaatste bevel dat je van me krijgt, kapitein. En waag het niet dat in de wind te slaan. - Root

He needed a plan. Something audacious and brilliant. Something that had never been attempted before. Artemis was not unduly worried on that front. His brain had never let him down before.

I imagine you're in great pain, it's to be expected with such a laceration. You will have a rather large scar, but then looks are not really important to you." Mulch sequined at Artemis through a narrowed eye. "Are you trying to be funny? Oh my God, you're not. That was actually the nicest thing you could think of to say.

Weet je, juffrouw Holly, je ziet er heel dramatisch uit zo met dat vuur achter je. Heel aantrekkelijk als ik zo vrij mag zijn. Ik weet dat je een moment passionné met Artemis hebt gehad...' … Foaly nam als eerste weer het woord. 'Wat sta je daar nou te kijken, kapitein Short? Wat gaat er op dit moment door je hoofd? Niet nadenken, gewoon zeggen.

Ze zou het hem nooit of te nimmer vertellen, maar als er ooit een mens ingeschakeld moest worden om het elfenvolk te redden, dan was Artemis vermoedelijk de beste kandidaat voor deze klus.

How did that go?" he asked. "Your first lengthy conversation with a girl your own age." "Fabulous," said Artemis, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're planning a June wedding.

Artemis sighed dramatically. "Well, if we have to go, at least we'll go on full stomachs." This was an unusually cavalier comment to make with seconds to live, even for a human. "Full stomachs?" "Yes," said Artemis. "Mulch took something else from your shuttle." He picked up a small chocolate-covered ball and wiggled it before the screen. "My truffles?" gasped Opal. "You took them. That's just mean.

Tell me,' Artemis said, his voice still weak. 'How do I know you?' And so Holly began her story: 'It all started in Ho Chi Minh City one summer. It was sweltering by anyone's standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl would not have been willing to put up with such discomfort if something extremely important had not been at stake. Important to the plan Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Holly, vertrouw je me?' Holly kreunde. 'Artemis, vraag dat nou niet. Ik weet gewoon dat je nu weer met een van je waanzinnige plannen komt.' 'Vertrouw je me?' 'Ja,' verzuchtte Holly. 'Ja, meer dan wie ook.

Fowl! Aan de voet! - Holly, tegen Artemis

Daar zaten we echt op te wachten,' kreunde Holly. 'Artemis Fowl met toverkracht.

D'Arvit,' he blurted, shocked that Artemis's stories had been, in fact, historical rather than fictional. Sister Jeronima mistook the blurt for a sneeze. 'Bless you, chico,' she said. 'The night air is cool.' Myles did not bother to correct her, because an explanation would be difficult, considering that the word D'Arvit was a fairy swear word, according to Artemis's fairy tales.

Just what we need," moaned Holly. "Artemis Fowl with magical powers.

Ze kunnen het huis niet binnengaan voor Fowl dood is. Het is een soort extreme allergische reactie. Dat betekent, geloof het of niet, dat betekent...' 'Dat ze het hebben gered,' maakte Holly zijn zin af. 'Hij leeft. Artemis Fowl leeft.' 'D'Arvit,' kreunde Root, en hij kwakte nog een portie kots op de terracotta tegels.

Artemis believed that with today's technology the Book could be translated. And with this translation you could begin to exploit a whole new group of creatures.