- •It is up to me, Artemis realized. To rebuild our fortune and find Father.
- •Vinyaya’s pupils contracted in the light from the projectors. “This is all very pretty, Fowl, but we still don’t know the point of this meeting.”
- •I am losing my composure, he thought with quiet desperation. This disease is winning.
- •Vinyaya drummed the table with her fingers. “No more delays, human. I am beginning to suspect that you have involved us in one of your notorious plans.”
- •Vinyaya interrupted the science lovefest. “Let me see if I’ve got this straight: you shoot these wafers into the clouds and then they come down with the snow?”
- •Vinyaya laughed humorlessly. “Less than forthcoming? I think you’re being a little gentle on yourself, for a kidnapper and extortionist, Artemis. Less than forthcoming?
- •It seemed as though the Icelandic elements held their breath for Artemis’s demonstration. The dull air was cut with a haze that hung in sheets like rows of laundered gauze.
- •Vinyaya snapped her fingers. “Quiet, children. Contain your natural disruptive urges. I am most eager to see these nano-wafers in action before taking a shuttle closer to the warm core of our planet.”
- •Immediately, Holly mounted the crate and apparently punched it into sections.
- •Vinyaya scowled, and her annoyance seemed to ripple the air like a heatwave.
- •Vinyaya paused on her way to the shuttle gangway. She turned, a sheaf of steel hair escaping her hood. “Death? What’s he talking about?”
- •I can’t reach him from this rooftop. Artemis is going to die, and there’s nothing I can do but watch.
- •I’m coming, Juliet, he thought, squeezing the steering wheel as though it were a threat to his little sister somehow. I’m on my way.
- •In trouble, Domovoi. Come alone.
- •It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, little sister.
- •If I have to wear a mask, Juliet had reasoned, it might as well be good for my skin.
- •I think we’re going to make it, he thought in a rare moment of optimism.
- •It doesn’t matter, he realized. We could both be dead long before that happens.
- •I care. Desperate situations call for desperate solutions.
- •I am still healing. I shouldn’t be moving. Gods know what damage I will do myself.
- •It’s almost comical. Almost.
- •I need to breach the line unnoticed. Their default sensor is heat. I’ll give them a little heat to think about.
- •I don’t care what Foaly says. If one of those red-eyed monsters comes anywhere near me, I’m going to find out what a plasma grenade does to its innards.
- •I’m a tree, thought Holly, without much conviction. A little tree.
- •It occurred to her that the flares were lasting well, and she really should congratulate Foaly on the new models, at which point they inevitably began to wink out.
- •I think.” a sudden idea cut through her confusion. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
- •I hope nothing breaks; I have no magic left to fix it.
- •I hate the cold. I really hate it.
- •I would prefer to be with Mulch Diggums.
- •It took Foaly a moment to realize what was happening, but then he too was jubilant.
- •I made them, thought Artemis. I should know.
- •I know that smell, Butler realized, holding on grimly. Dwarf.
- •It was the helmet Butler was after, not the meaty noggin inside.
- •It took mere moments for Mulch to get control of the flight systems and drop the gyro down to scoop up Juliet.
- •Vatnajokull; Now
- •It was true: the increased density seemed to have no effect on the probe’s laser cutters.
- •It went against Holly’s instincts to run. “I feel like we’re deserting those people down there.”
- •It was a tough choice, but there was no time to agonize over it. She felt for a squat metal cylinder in one of the rings on her belt and pulled it out.
- •It’s not actually blurry. My eyesight’s fading.
- •It will be nice for the captain to have friends around him in a time of crisis, he reasoned.
- •If he ever shows the smallest sign of disloyalty, I will have to put him down like a dog. No hesitation.
- •Vishby wanted to be terrified, to take some radical action, but the rune on his neck forbade any emotion stronger than mild anxiety. “Please, Turnball, Captain. I thought we were friends.”
- •It is important because I set it as my ring tone for Mother. She is calling me.
- •If you even think the phrase goodly beast, I am going to kick you straight in the teeth.”
- •I am fifteen now; time to behave maturely.
- •I believed that my own baby sister was in danger. Artemis, how could you?
- •I will not be beaten by this so soon.
- •I can never go back to The Sozzled Parrot again, he realized. And they served great curry. Real meat too.
- •If someone else had said this, it might be considered a joke to lift the atmosphere, but from the mouth of Artemis Fowl it was a simple statement of fact.
- •Venice, Italy; Now
- •It won’t be long now before I am counting my words again.
- •If I get out of this, I will start thinking about girls like a normal fifteen-year-old.
- •I manage to survive a giant squid attack, and now I’m worried about hissing fours. Great.
- •I’ll just fix Artemis quickly. Maybe lie down for a minute, then get back to work.
- •If any of them act up, then use the shocker feature at your own discretion, Turnball had said. And if they try to shoot their way out, make sure we get that on video so we can have a good laugh later.
- •If Butler had been equipped with laser eyeballs, Bobb Ragby would have had holes bored right through his skull.
- •I could undo the spell, he thought. But it would be delicate work to avoid brain damage, and there would definitely be sparks.
- •I am not in pain, thought Artemis. They must have given me something.
- •I can’t even remember normal, thought Butler.
I’ll just fix Artemis quickly. Maybe lie down for a minute, then get back to work.
No1 was a good soul, and it never for a moment occurred to him to probe Holly a little to make sure she was fully herself. It never crossed his mind that one of his closest friends could be leading him into a life of servitude.
Turnball sat by Leonor’s bed in the stolen shuttle ambulance, holding her hand while she slept. He felt a little giddy about changing his plan at the last minute. It was quite the cavalier move, and the rush of adrenaline reminded him of his younger days.
“It was all seat-of-the-pants stuff before I went to prison,” he confided to the sleeping Leonor. “I was a captain in the LEP and running the underworld at the same time. To be honest, there wasn’t much of an underworld before I came along. In the morning I would chair a meeting of the task force that was trying to apprehend me, and in the evening I would be doing black-market deals with the goblin gangs.” Turnball smiled and shook his head. “Good days.”
Leonor did not react, as Turnball had thought it best to give her just a drop of sedative until the warlock had restored her youth. He knew from her talk of death that he was losing his grip on his wife, and she was not strong enough to survive another thrall rune.
So sleep, my darling. Sleep. Soon, all will be as it was.
As soon as Captain Short returned with the demon. And if she did not? Then he would board the Nostremius and take the warlock by force. Perhaps he would lose a crew member or two, but they should be glad to die for their captain’s wife.
One level down, in the brig, Bobb Ragby was on guard duty, a duty that he was enjoying immensely, as he considered it payback for all the years he himself had been lorded over by guards. It didn’t matter to Bobb that his gel-bound prisoners weren’t actually the people who’d watched over him: that was just their bad luck. He was taking special pleasure in teasing Mulch Diggums, whom he had long considered a competitor in the top criminal dwarf competition that he’d played in his head during the long hours spent on the toilet, thanks to a diet of processed food.
Turnball had ordered him to split the amorphobots for safety, and now one hung in each corner of the cell like a giant wobbling egg sac.
If any of them act up, then use the shocker feature at your own discretion, Turnball had said. And if they try to shoot their way out, make sure we get that on video so we can have a good laugh later.
Ragby had decided he would definitely use the shocker at the first provocation, maybe before the first provocation.
“Hey, Diggums, why don’t you try to eat some of the gel so I have an excuse to electrocute you?”
Mulch did not waste his energy talking: he simply bared his enormous teeth.
“Yeah?” said Ragby. “They ain’t so big. The more I look at you, Diggums, the less I believe all that junk your little groupies spew back at The Sozzled Parrot. You don’t look like much of a burglar to me, Diggums. I think you’re a phoney. A fraud, a tale-spinning liar.”
Mulch brought a hand up to his face. Yawn.
Artemis had been returned to the grip of his amorphobot once the branding had been completed, and with nothing to do but think in its clammy folds, he could feel whatever was left of his battered personality slipping away. The rune on his neck had taken hold of his willpower in a vicelike grip, and while he could think and speak at the moment, it took a lot of effort, and he guessed that he only had those rudimentary functions because Turnball hadn’t given him any specific instructions yet. Once he had his orders, then he would be powerless to resist.
Turnball will be able to order me to do anything, he realized.
Through the distorting field of gel, Artemis could see Ragby taunting Mulch, and thought that perhaps it would be a good idea if he joined the argument.
Speaking through the gel was a tricky affair that involved forming the words through clenched teeth, which kept the gel out but allowed it to pick up vibration in the throat.
“Hello, Mr. Ragby,” he said. The amorphobot sprouted a gel speaker and translated the vibrations into words.
“Hey, look,” said Ragby. “The thrall speaks. What do you want, Mud Boy? A little shock, is that what you want?”
Artemis decided that highbrow intellectual argument was not the way to go with this person, and chose to go straight for the personal insult.
“I want you to have a bath, dwarf. You stink.”
Ragby was delighted to have a little diversion. “Wow. That’s like actual grown-up fighting talk. You do know that your bodyguard is out of action?”