How Was Your... Eh... Trip?" Artemis Felt

Nobody's Death Is Impending." ..."well Technically Everyone's Death Is Impending.

Now I Can Do The Bolts," She Slurred. "i've Been Trying To Focus Enough Magic All Week." The Magic Shifted And Swirled, Finally Etching A Picture In The Air. It Was A Rough Picture Of Foaly, And He Was Laughing. I Hate You, Centaur!" Screamed Opal, Lunging Toward, And Then Through, The Insubstantial Image. Her Eyes Rolled Back Into Her Head, And Then She Collapsed, Snoring, On The Floor. Artemis Straightened His Tie. Freud, He Was Certain, Would Have A Field Day With That.

A Genius. A Criminal Mastermind. A Millionaire. And He Is Only Twelve Years Old.

Artemis Ducked. Cudgeon Didn't. Guess What? Artemis Was Smarter.

You Guys Looking For My Dad? People Are Always, Like, Looking For Him, And He's Never Around. Daddy Is So Not Here. And I Mean That Literally And Spiritually.