Artemis Fowl
Eoin Colfer
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: 1423124529
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Twelve-year-old Artemis Fowl is a millionaire, a genius-and, above all, a criminal mastermind. But even Artemis doesn't know what he's taken on when he kidnaps a fairy, Captain Holly Short of the LEPrecon Unit. These aren't the fairies of bedtime stories; these fairies are armed and dangerous.
Artemis thinks he has them right where he wants them but then they stop playing by the rules.
after a ride in the chutes. She breathed deeply, purging the stale pod air from her lungs. How had the People ever left the surface? Sometimes she wished that her ancestors had stayed to fight it out with the Mud People, but there were too many of them. Unlike fairies, who could produce only a single child every twenty years, Mud People bred like rodents. Numbers would subdue even magic. Although she was enjoying the night air, Holly could taste traces of pollutants. The Mud People destroyed
fine night. ‘Safety catches off,’ ordered Trouble. He imagined his men rolling their eyes. Like they hadn’t had their safeties off for the last half an hour. Still, you had to go by the book, in case of a tribunal later on. There was a time when Retrieval blasted first and answered questions never. But not any more. Now there was always some do-gooder civilian banging on about civil rights. Even for humans, would you believe it? The man mountain stopped, right in the middle of the squad. If he
index finger, where it immediately assumed the shape and flesh tone of the host digit. ‘Don’t worry, Foaly, I’m not a complete idiot. Anything else?’ Foaly unhooked what appeared to be a false bottom from the equipment rack. ‘You’re not serious! What does that do?’ ‘Nothing,’ admitted the centaur. ‘But it gets a great laugh at parties.’ Root chuckled. Twice. That was a major lapse for him. ‘OK, levity over. Are you going to wire me?’ ‘Naturally. One iris-cam. What colour?’ He peered into
can’t see through this.’ ‘Lead-lined. You’re on your own, burglar boy. Do what you do best.’ ‘Typical,’ muttered Mulch, flattening his ear to the cold steel. He twirled the dial experimentally. Nice action. The clicks were muted by the lead, he would have to concentrate. The upside was that something this thin could have only three tumblers at the most. Mulch held his breath and twisted the dial, one cog at a time. To the normal ear, even with amplification, the clicks would have seemed
smart money was on half a century, at the outside. Commander Root was tapping the moonometer on his wrist. ‘Well?’ he demanded. ‘What time do you call this?’ Holly could feel her own face colouring. She was barely a minute late. There were at least a dozen officers on this shift who hadn’t even reported in yet. But Root always singled her out for persecution. ‘The thoroughfare,’ she mumbled lamely. ‘There were four lanes down.’ ‘Don’t insult me with your excuses!’ roared the commander. ‘You