Who are the real monsters?
Orion brightened. I have an idea.Yes? said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained.Why don't we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn't work, you could sea...
That—this—is Orion’s secret. It’s not that the ship isn’t working, that we’re never going to make it.It’s that the ship has already arrived.We’re already here! There—there—is the planet that will be o...
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?
How do I love thee? wondered Orion. Let me see. I love thee passionately and eternally...obviously eternally-that goes without saying. Holly blinked sweat from her eyes. Is he serious? she called over...
Why no aggressive action? Foaly squirmed in a harness built for two-legged creatures. Oh yes, why no aggressive action? How I long for aggressive action. I live for aggressive action! thundered Orion...
Orion nodded, then asked, Dwarf cheese?Cheese made by dwarfs.Oh, said Orion, relieved. They make it. It’s not actually . . .No. What a horrible thought.Exactly.
Not only was the constellation of Orion part of the Moundville story [of Native Americans], not only was a journey to the realm of the dead part of it, too, but now I knew also that a series of trials...
So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you?The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant.Holly shook the profe...
It seems [...] that the Native American 'brain smasher' and the ancient Egyptian goddess in the vignette from the Fifth Hour of the Duat both serve exactly the same function, namely, the annihilation...
Only times and places, only names and ghosts.