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“So, what did you get for me?"
Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans."
"What?" croaked Artemis.
"And a T-shirt.”
― Eoin Colfer, The Atlantis Complex

“I'm sorry, Arty,' she whispered into his ear.
'Sorry for what?'
'For everything. For the last few months, I haven't been myself. But things are going to change. Time to stop living in the past.'
Artemis felt a tear on his cheek. He wasn't sure whose tear it was.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl

“And I don't have a present for you.'
'A present?' said Artemis.
'Of course,' sang his mother, spinning him around. 'Don't you know what day it is?'
'Day?'
'It's Christmas Day, you silly boy. Christmas Day! Presents are traditional, are they not?'
Yes, thought Artemis. Traditional. San D'Klass.
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'Now Arty, I want to know everything. First of all, what happened here?'
'Remodeling,' said Artemis. 'The old doorway was riddled with damp.'
Angeline frowned, completely unconvinced. 'I see. And how about school? Have you decided on a career?'
While his mouth answered these everyday questions, Artemis's mind was in turmoil. He was a boy again. His life was going to change utterly. His plans would have to be much more devious than usual if they were to escape his mother's attention. But it would be worth it.
Angeline Fowl was wrong. She had brought him a Christmas present.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl

“Artemis stepped into his mother's embrace. It was warm and strong. She was wearing perfume. He felt like the boy he was.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl