“How was your... eh... trip?”Artemis felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. “Um, eventful...”

“Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.”

“Artemis: How long will it take you to prepare the time spell?N1 chewed his knuckle: About as long as it takes you to take your clothes off."Aaarrk," Artemis half choked.”

“Artemis looked at Holly and felt a tremendous affection for her... he could properly appreciate how fierce and beautiful his best friend was...She is truly magical, thought Artemis. Perhaps her qualities are more obvious to me now that I have decided to sacrifice myself.”

“A metaphorical weight lifted from his allegorical chest and Artemis Fowl felt himself again.”

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

“Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.”