The Atlantis Complex

“I don't have much experience with real people,” admitted Orion, slumping beside the centaur. “Or feelings that translate to the world. But I think I am sad now. And lonely. We have lost a friend.”
These were words from the heart, and Foaly felt he had to be sympathetic. “Okay. It's not your fault. We have both lost someone special.”
Orion sniffed. “Good. Then, worthy centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your back. Then I can make a few pennies with my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby.”


We're off again, I suppose?” said Mulch eventually. “Off on another save-the-world, nick-of-time, seat-of-the-pants adventure?”


“Artemis doesn't trust Myles and Beckett? That's just ridiculous. What terrible acts of sabotage are three-year-olds supposed to commit?”
Butler grimaced. “Unfortunately, Myles contaminated one of Artemis's petri dishes when he wanted a sample for his own experiments.”
“That's hardly industrial espionage. What did Beckett do?”
“He ate Artemis's hamster.”