The Opal Deception

If we make it through this, we will be friends. Bonded by trauma.


“Well?” said Holly, her face inches from his own. “We survived. Does that mean we're friends now? Bonded by trauma.”
Artemis frowned. Friends? Did he have room in his life for a friend? Then again, did he have a choice in the matter?
“Yes,” he replied. “I've had little experience in this area, so I may have to read up on it.”
Holly rolled her eyes. “Friendship is not a science, Mud Boy. Forget about your massive brain for one minute. Just do what you feel is right.”


I have friends? thought Artemis Fowl the Second. I have friends.


It seemed as though good was a more powerful motivation than bad. Who would have thought it?


Seven and a half hours to save the world. Isn't there some law that says we get at least twenty-four?


“... By the time anyone gets here, we'll either be heroes or outlaws.”
“We're already outlaws,” said Artemis.
“True,” agreed Holly. “But soon we could be outlaws with no one chasing us.”