“The same week our fowls were stolen, Daphne Moran had her throat cut.”
“Where were we? I've forgotten. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.Right. Yes. The usual choices.”
“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.”
“He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.”
“He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.”
“That will be her undoing," gasped Artemis, already suffering under the weight of the flak jacket. "Artemis Fowl will never be secondary.""I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second?" said Holly.”