Card five hundred and thirty-four," repeated Artemis. "Of a series of six hundred standard inkblot cards. I memorized them during our sessions. You don't even shuffle."Argon checked. . .
You don't understand!' Foaly objected.Trouble cut him off with a chop of his hand through the air. 'I never understand. That's why we pay you and your dork posse."Foaly objected. . .
Holly clambered after him, struggling up the human-size steps. "Wait! Just wait," she called, overtaking Artemis and looking him in the eye from one step up. "I know you, Artemis. Y. . .
...I just pulled a pretty big job and needed to hide out for awhile." "...Where's all the loot?""That, as my cousin Nord would say, is where my improvised lie falls apart." . . .