In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.
Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.
Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming. ” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
Vinyaya was being openly antagonistic, and that was an emotion that could be trusted, unless of course it was a bluff and the commander was a secret fan of his, unless it was a double bluff and she really did feel antagonistic.
Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.
Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done. ” He winked at Butler. “Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water. ” Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information. ” “Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?
I played with dolls until I was 15. My mother encouraged it because my older sister got married when she was 15, so Mom thought that the longer I stayed with dolls, the better.
So fixed are our spirits in slothfulness and cold indifference that we seldom overcome so much as one evil habit.
I think maybe I was numb to it last year. . but you know I feel it now more than ever
I don't go out to clubs. You'll never see me on a table at a bar, jumping up and down.