The Artemis Fowl Files - Eoin Colfer [0]
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Table of Contents
Captain Holly
Leprecon
Chapter 1: Along Came A Spider
Chapter 2: Something Fishy
Chapter 3: The Island Of Broken Dreams
Chapter 4: Brothers With Arms
Chapter 5: Career Or Comrades?
The People: A Spotter's Guide
Dwarfs
Trolls
Goblins
Centaurs
Interview: Artemis Fowl Ii
Interview: Captain Holly Short
Interview: Butler
Interview: Mulch Diggums
Interview: Foaly
Interview: Commander Julius Root
Interview: Eoin Colfer
Annual Report
Fairy Quiz
Haven To Earth: Fairy Transport Locations
Foaly's Inventions
The Seventh Dwarf
Chapter 1: Lady Fei Fei’s Tiara
Chapter 2: High Priority
Chapter 3: The Seventh Dwarf
Chapter 4: Showtime
Chapter 5: Ringmaster
Epilogue
The Supernaturalist Preview
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CHAPTER 1: ALONG CAME A SPIDER
Sydney Harbor, Australia
“THE thing about pain, Major Evergreen,” said the old elf, laying a small wooden case on the table, “is that it hurts.”
Evergreen was still too groggy for jokes. Whatever the stranger had put in the dart was taking its time leaving his system. “What are you … ? Why am I … ?” Full sentences wouldn’t come. He couldn’t pluck one from his addled brain.
“Quiet, Major,” advised his captor. “Don’t fight the serum. You will make yourself ill.”
“Serum?” gasped the major.
“A very personal concoction. Since I don’t have my magic any more, I have had to rely on nature’s gifts. This particular serum is concocted from equal parts ground ping-ping flower and cobra venom. Not lethal in small doses, but quite an effective sedative.”
Fear was piercing the LEP officer’s daze now, like a hot poker through snow. “Who are you?”
A child’s scowl twisted the stranger’s ancient face.
“You may address me as Captain. Don’t you know me, Major? From before today? Cast your mind back to your first years in the LEP. Centuries ago, I know, but try. The fairy People often think that they can forget me completely. But I’m never far away, not really.”
The major wanted to say, Yes, I know you, but something told him that lying would be even more dangerous than telling the truth. And the truth was that he couldn’t remember seeing this old elf before in his life. Not until today, when he had assaulted him on the docks. Evergreen had tracked a runaway-gnome signal to this hut, and the next thing he knew this old elf had stung him with a syringe gun and was asking to be addressed as Captain. And now Evergreen was tied to a chair, being given a lecture about pain.
The old elf flipped two brass clasps on his case and lifted the lid reverentially. Major Evergreen caught a glimpse of a velvet lining. Red as blood.
“Now, my boy, I need information. Information only an LEP major would know.” The captain lifted a leather pouch from the box. There was another box of some kind inside the bag, its edges pressing into the leather.
Evergreen’s breath came in short gasps. “I’ll tell you nothing.”
The old elf undid the bag’s leather tie with one hand. The box shone from inside the bag, casting a sickly glow on the old elf’s pallor. The wrinkles around his eyes were thrown into deep shadow. The eyes themselves were feverish.
“Now, Major. The moment of truth. Question time.”
“Do yourself a favor and close the bag, Captain,” said Major Evergreen, with more bravado than he felt. “I am LEP: you can’t harm me and hope to escape.”
The captain sighed. “I cannot close the bag. What is inside