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?
Maybe I’ll keep you.” Abbot chuckled and prodded Artemis’s back with his sword. “It’d be nice to have a pet human around. I could teach you tricks.”
“I have a trick for you,” said Artemis, and he fired a single blast from the gun.
Butler,” he called, his voice thin and childlike in the wind.
“Yes, Artemis, what?”
“If something goes wrong, wait for me. No matter how it looks, I will return. I will bring them all back.
Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done.” He winked at Butler.
“Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water.”
Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information.”
“Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.
Mots clés humor fantasy young-adult
Holly, do you trust me?”
Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
This is the only way. I will not allow humans or fairies to die when I might have prevented it.”
Butler would not give up. “Listen to yourself. You sound like a... like a good guy! There’s nothing in this for you.
Artemis turned and stared at his friend with the blue eyes. Holly was staring back, and she was smiling.
“I remember,” she said aloud. “You saved me.”
Artemis smiled back. “It never happened,” he said.
Artemis Fowl grinned right back at him and pointed his index finger to the sky... from the tip of this finger sprang a small blue spark that exploded like a tiny firework.
“I know magic can be stolen,” said Artemis. “Because I stole some myself.
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.
Eoin ColferHow was your... eh... trip?”
Artemis felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. “Um, eventful...
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