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Seemingly nothing in this world daunts the young criminal mastermind Artemis Fowl. In the fairy world, however, there is a small thing that has gotten under his skin on more than one occasion: Opal Koboi. In The Last Guardian, the evil pixie is wreaking havoc yet again. This time his arch rival has reanimated dead fairy warriors who were buried in the grounds of Fowl Manor. Their spirits have possessed Artemis's little brothers, making his siblings even more annoying than usual. The warriors don't seem to ...
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Seemingly nothing in this world daunts the young criminal mastermind Artemis Fowl. In the fairy world, however, there is a small thing that has gotten under his skin on more than one occasion: Opal Koboi. In The Last Guardian, the evil pixie is wreaking havoc yet again. This time his arch rival has reanimated dead fairy warriors who were buried in the grounds of Fowl Manor. Their spirits have possessed Artemis's little brothers, making his siblings even more annoying than usual. The warriors don't seem to realize that the battle they were fighting when they died is long over. Artemis has until sunrise to get the spirits to vacate his brothers and go back into the earth where they belong. Can he count on a certain LEPrecon fairy to join him in what could well be his last stand?

New York Times best-selling author and comic genius Eoin Colfer will leave Artemis Fowl fans gasping up to the very end of this thrilling finale to the blockbuster series.

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Editorial Reviews

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In the eighth and last Artemis Fowl episode, deranged, ultra-evil pixie Opal Koboi pulls out all the stops to bedevil our hero. To further her fiendish plot, she has released the spirits of hoards of dead fairy warriors and these zombie-like creatures now possess the bodies of Artemis Fowl Senior, Angeline, Myles, Beckett, and others. Will it be a last stand or a final triumph? A major hit in hardcover; an unforgettable capstone; now in trade paperback and NOOK Book.

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Bringing a long-running series to a close is always tricky-no fan is ever entirely happy after all that buildup. All in all, though, Colfer has rounded off this final book about the not-always-likable Artemis Fowl in a way readers will appreciate, right down to the clever last lines. The principle characters are all there, and the overall feeling is uncharacteristically touching. Don't worry-there's still all the adventure and snarkiness the series is known for: ingenious gadgets; humorous sidekicks, like the perpetually gassy Mulch Diggums; and faeries who kick . . . well, you know what. But this is an ending, after all. The plot centers around nemesis Opal Koboi's plot to open a gate that will release not only long-buried warrior faeries bent on revenge against the human race but actual Armageddon. The Fowl's Irish estate is at the center of the action, and Artemis, Holly, and Butler's plans fizzle until Colfer's antihero makes himself sacrificial bait. A definite winner.- Karen Cruze—Booklist Online

3Q 4P M J S In this final battle for our snarky Artemis Fowl, the goal is to rid his brothers of dead fairy spirits before sunrise. The spirits do not realize that this battle is actually long over, but that is what happens when the dead possess the living-they are not up to date on the current news. Artemis must turn once again to our favorite LEPrecon fairy, Holly, to join him if he wants to complete his mission. Of course his arch nemesis, Opal Koboi, is once again wreaking havoc on all things Artemis. The good news is that Artemis finally gets a clean bill of mental health, kind of. The ending goes places that few series have gone before. Fans of Artemis Fowl will appreciate this eighth and final installment in the series. All the tongue in cheek humor and sarcastic wit and tone are present. Fairies aplenty abound, as does the mischief and mayhem that they bring. And anyone who has ever had an annoying younger sibling will appreciate the brothers Fowl. These books are written to be full of fun and adventure, and the Last Guardian succeeds. All the main characters play a part, which will satisfy fans. This should be in libraries with the previous seven books in the series.-Karen Jensen.—VOYA

In his eighth, greatest and (billed as) final exploit, Artemis Fowl finally puts paid to archnemesis Opal Koboi while also saving humanity from extinction, but at a steep price. The malign pixie Koboi has escaped prison, sown widespread destruction on both the surface and in the high-tech underground fairy realm, and acquired massive magical mojo. Now she is set to unlock two nested spells on the Fowl estate. One binds the spirits of a band of ancient fairy warriors to her while allowing them to possess any living or once-living bodies available, and the other unleashes Armageddon on the entire human race. Enter Artemis, with his usual sidekicks and allies, from tough fairy cop Holly Short to dangerously flatulent dwarf Mulch Diggums. Punctuating his breakneck narrative with silly turns, sudden extreme violence and memorable turns of phrase-" like the man with the exploding head, it was a one-time trick"-Colfer pits his resourceful crew against an army of killer bunnies and decomposed corpses (most of the estate's other residents being off for Christmas). All this is on the way to a smashing set of climactic twists and turns, just deserts and life-changing sacrifices. A fitting end to a brilliantly conceived and developed series. (Fantasy. 11-14)—Kirkus

VOYA - Karen Jensen
In this final battle for our snarky Artemis Fowl, the goal is to rid his brothers of dead fairy spirits before sunrise. The spirits do not realize that this battle is actually long over, but that is what happens when the dead possess the living—they are not up to date on the current news. Artemis must turn once again to our favorite LEPrecon fairy, Holly, to join him if he wants to complete his mission. Of course his arch nemesis, Opal Koboi, is once again wreaking havoc on all things Artemis. The good news is that Artemis finally gets a clean bill of mental health, kind of. The ending goes places that few series have gone before. Fans of Artemis Fowl will appreciate this eighth and final installment in the series. All the tongue in cheek humor and sarcastic wit and tone are present. Fairies aplenty abound, as does the mischief and mayhem that they bring. And anyone who has ever had an annoying younger sibling will appreciate the brothers Fowl. These books are written to be full of fun and adventure, and the Last Guardian succeeds. All the main characters play a part, which will satisfy fans. This should be in libraries with the previous seven books in the series. Reviewer: Karen Jensen
Children's Literature - Nancy Garhan Attebury
Artemis Fowl, known as a boy wonder for his superior intellect, and sidekicks Holly and Butler find themselves in extreme danger in this eighth book from the "Artemis Fowl" series. The wicked fairy, Opal, bargains for her release from prison with a personal goal to be worshiped as a Queen and respected forever. Once free, Opal begins a quest to unlock a magical lock to release the Berserkers from their 1,000 years of limbo. To complete her full plan Opal battles the humans to reach and unlock a second lock which will rid the universe of all humans and send the Berserkers off to their peaceful final resting place. Adventures play out when the released Berserkers possess bodies of any creatures they find, including animals, and follow Opal into a battle to get to the second lock. Opal's antics wreak havoc in the world filled with centaurs, fairies, dwarfs, elves, and people. Artemis's little twin brothers and Butler's sister become possessed. The trio of main characters receives help from Mulch Diggums, a dwarf who hides underground, and help from the centaur Foley as they try to save the world. All of them undergo some seriously close calls while trying to accomplish their mission to stop Opal. This book is cleverly crafted, its pace is quick; characters are expertly developed to the point that the readers will love some and loathe some. The concocted technology and intriguing magic are very appealing. It meets every expectation of being equal to other books in the series and will leave readers ready to sink their teeth into the next episode. Reviewer: Nancy Garhan Attebury
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781423161615
  • Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
  • Publication date: 7/10/2012
  • Series: Artemis Fowl Series , #8
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 166,730
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 930L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.72 (w) x 7.96 (h) x 1.16 (d)

Meet the Author

Eoin Colfer

Eoin Colfer is the New York Times best-selling author of the Artemis Fowl series, Airman, Half Moon Investigations, The Supernaturalist, Eoin Colfer's Legend of... books, The Wish List, Benny and Omar; and Benny and Babe. He lives in Ireland with his wife and two children.

Biography

Eoin Colfer is a former elementary school teacher whose Artemis Fowl series has become an international bestseller. He is also the author of The Legend of Spud Murphy, The Wish List, and the New York Times bestseller The Supernaturalist.He lives in Ireland with his wife and two children.

Author biography courtesy of Miramax Books/Hyperion Books for Children.

Good To Know

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Colfer:

"My original ambition was to be a comic book artist. I would still love to write a comic one day."

"I have a real hatred of queues. If I see a queue of more than four people, I will leave the building and come back another day."

"I have four brothers and they are the inspiration for several of the sprites and gremlins in my books."

"I did a parachute jump recently and loved it. I would definitely take it up as a hobby if we had more clear sky over here in Ireland."

"I am a big theatre fan, and I go as often as possible with my wife. I actually started out in the theatre, writing plays for my actor friends."

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    1. Also Known As:
      William Eoin Colfer (full name)
    2. Hometown:
      Wexford Town, County Wexford, Republic of Ireland
    1. Date of Birth:
      May 14, 1965
    2. Place of Birth:
      Waterford City, County Waterford, Republic of Ireland
    1. Education:
      Bachelor of Education, 1986; Education Diploma, 1987
    2. Website:

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 Artemis Fowl and the Last Guardian (extract) 

Eoin Colfer 

 Prologue 

 Ériú; Present Day 

The Berserkers lay arranged in a spiral under the rune stone, looping down, down into the earth—boots out, heads in, as the spell demanded. Of course, after 10,000 years underground, there were no physical boots or heads. There was just the plasma of black magic holding their consciousness intact, and even that was dissipating, tainting the land, causing strange strains of plants to appear and infecting the animals with uncommon aggression. In perhaps a dozen full moons the Berserkers would be gone utterly, and their last spark of power would flow into the earth. 

We are not all disappeared yet, thought Oro of the Danu, captain of the Berserkers. We are ready to seize our glorious moment when it comes and to sow chaos among the humans. 

He sent the thought into the spiral and was proud to feel his remaining fairy warriors echo the sentiment. 

Their will is as keen as their blades once were, he thought. Though we are dead and buried, the spark of bloody purpose burns bright in our souls. 

It was the hatred of humankind that kept the spark alive—that and the black magic of the warlock Bruin Fadda. More than half of their company of warriors had already expired and been drawn to the afterlife, but still five score remained to complete their duties should they be called upon. 

Remember your orders  , the elfin warlock had told them all those centuries ago, even as the clay was falling on their flesh. Remember those who have died and the humans who murdered them. 

Oro did remember and always would. Just as he could never forget the sensation of stones and earth rattling across his dying skin. 

We will remember,  he sent into the spiral. Remember and return. 

The thought drifted down, then echoed up from the dead warriors, who were eager to be released from their tomb and see the sun once more. 

CHAPTER 1 

A COMPLEX SITUATION 

 From the case notes of Dr. Jerbal Argon, Psych Brotherhood 

1.        Artemis Fowl, once self-proclaimed teenage criminal mastermind, now prefers the term juvenile genius. Apparently he has changed. (Note to self: Harrumph.) 

2.        For the past six months Artemis has been undergoing weekly therapy sessions at my clinic in Haven City in an attempt to overcome a severe case of Atlantis Complex, a psychological condition that he developed as a result of meddling in fairy magic. (Serves him right, silly Mud Boy.) 

3.        Remember to submit outrageous bill to Lower Elements Police. 

4.        Artemis appears to be cured, and in record time too. Is this likely? Or even possible? 

5.        Discuss my theory of relativity with Artemis. Could make for a very interesting chapter in my V-book: Foiling Fowl: Outsmarting the Smarty-pants. (Publishers love the title: cha-ching!) 

6.        Order more painkillers for my blasted hip. 

7.        Issue clean bill of mental health for Artemis. Final session today. 

 Dr. Argon's office, Haven City, the Lower Elements 

Artemis Fowl grew impatient. Dr. Argon was late. This final session was just as unnecessary as the past half dozen had been. He was completely cured, for heaven's sake, and had been since week eighteen. His prodigious intellect had accelerated the process, and he should not have to twiddle his thumbs at the behest of a gnome psychiatrist. 

At first Artemis paced the office, refusing to be calmed by the water wall, with its gently pulsing mood lights; then he sat for a minute in the oxygen booth, which he found calmed him a little too much. 

Oxygen booth indeed, he thought, quickly ducking out of the chamber. 

Finally the door hissed and slid aside on its track, admitting Dr. Jerbal Argon to his own office. The squat gnome limped directly to his chair. He dropped into the embrace of its padding, slapping the armrest controls until the gel sac under his right hip glowed gently. 

"Aaaah," he sighed. "My hip is killing me. Nothing helps, honestly. People think they know pain, but they have no idea." 

"You're late," noted Artemis in fluent Gnommish, his voice devoid of sympathy. 

Argon sighed blissfully again as the heated chair pad went to work on his hip. "Always in a hurry, eh, Mud Boy? Why didn't you have a puff of oxygen or meditate by the water wall? Hey-Hey Monks swear by those water walls." 

"I am not a pixie priest, Doctor. What Hey-Hey Monks do after first gong is of little interest to me. Can we proceed with my rehabilitation? Or would you prefer to waste more of my time?" 

Argon huffed a little, then swung his bulk forward, opening a sim-paper file on his desk. "Why is it that the saner you get, the nastier you are?" 

Artemis crossed his legs, his body language relaxed for the first time. "Such repressed anger, Doctor. Where does it all stem from?" 

"Let's stick to your disposition, shall we, Artemis?" Argon snagged a stack of cards from his file. "I am going to show you some inkblots, and you tell me what the shapes suggest to you." 

Artemis's moan was extended and theatrical. "Inkblots. Oh, please. My life span is considerably shorter than yours, Doctor. I prefer not to waste valuable time on worthless pseudo-tests. We may as well read tea leaves or divine the future in turkey entrails." 

"Inkblots are a reliable indicator of mental health," Argon objected. "Tried and tested." 

"Tested by psychiatrists for psychiatrists," snorted Artemis. 

Argon slapped a card down on the table. "What do you see in this inkblot?" 

"I see an inkblot," said Artemis. 

"Yes, but what does the blot suggest to you?" 

Artemis smirked in a supremely annoying fashion. "I see card five hundred and thirty-four." 

"Pardon me?" 

"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 the number on the back of the card: 534. Of course. 

"Knowing the number does not answer the question. What do you see?" 

Artemis allowed his lip to wobble. "I see an ax dripping with blood. Also a scared child, and an elf clothed in the skin of a troll." 

"Really?" Argon was interested now. 

"No. Not really. I see a secure building, perhaps a family home, with four windows. A trustworthy pet, and a pathway leading from the door into the distance. I think, if you check your manual, you will find that these answers fall inside healthy parameters." 

Argon did not need to check. The Mud Boy was right, as usual. Perhaps he could blindside Artemis with his new theory. It was not part of the program but might earn him a little respect. 

"Have you heard of the theory of relativity?" 

Artemis blinked. "Is this a joke? I have traveled through time, Doctor. I think I know a little something about relativity." 

"No. Not that theory; my theory of relativity proposes that all things magical are related and influenced by ancient spells or magical hot spots." 

Artemis rubbed his chin. "Interesting. But I think you'll find your postulation should be called the theory of relatedness.

"Whatever," said Argon, waving the quibble away. "I did a little research, and it turns out that the Fowls have been a bother to fairy folk off and on for thousands of years. Dozens of your ancestors have tried for the crock of gold, though you are the only one to have succeeded." 

Artemis sat up straight; this was interesting. "And I never knew about this because you mind-wiped my forefathers." 

"Exactly," said Argon, thrilled to have Artemis's full attention. "When he was a lad, your own father actually managed to hog-tie a dwarf who was drawn to the estate. I imagine he still dreams of that moment." 

"Good for him." A thought struck Artemis. "Why was the dwarf attracted to our estate?" 

"Because the residual magic there is off the charts. Something happened on the Fowl Estate once. Something huge, magically speaking." 

"And this lingering power plants ideas in the Fowls' heads and nudges us toward a belief in magic," Artemis murmured, almost to himself. 

"Exactly. It's a goblin-and-egg situation. Did you think about magic and then find magic? Or did the magic make you think about looking for magic?" 

Artemis took a few notes on his smartphone. "And this huge magical event―can you be more specific?" 

Argon shrugged. "Our records don't go back that far. I'd say we're talking the surface days, more than ten thousand years ago." 

Artemis rose and loomed over the squat gnome. He felt he owed the doctor something for the theory of relatedness, which would certainly bear some investigation. 

"Dr. Argon, did you have turned-in feet as a child?" 

Argon was so surprised that he blurted an honest answer to a personal question, very unusual for a psychiatrist. "Yes. Yes, I did." 

"And were you forced to wear remedial shoes with stacked soles?" 

Argon was intrigued. He hadn't thought about those horrible shoes in centuries; he had actually forgotten them until this moment. 

"Just one, on my right foot." 

Artemis nodded wisely, and Argon felt as though their roles had been reversed and he was the patient. 

"I would guess that your foot was pulled into its correct alignment, but your femur was twisted slightly in the process. A simple brace should solve your hip problem." Artemis pulled a folded napkin from his pocket. "I sketched a design while you kept me waiting these past few sessions. Foaly should be able to build the brace for you. I may have been a few millimeters off with my estimate of your dimensions, so best to get measured." He placed ten fingers flat on the desk. "May I leave now? Have I fulfilled my obligation?" 

The doctor nodded glumly, thinking that he would possibly omit this session from his book. He watched Artemis stride across the office floor and duck through the doorway. 

Argon studied the napkin drawing and knew instinctively that Artemis was right about his hip. 

Either that boy is the sanest creature on Earth, he thought, or he is so disturbed that our tests cannot even begin to scratch the surface. 

Argon pulled a rubber stamp from his desk, and on the cover of Artemis's file stamped the word functional in big red letters. 

I hope so, he thought. I really hope so. 

Artemis's bodyguard, Butler, waited for his principal outside Dr. Argon's office in the large chair that had been a gift from the centaur Foaly, technical consultant to the Lower Elements Police. 

"I can't stand to look at you perched on a fairy stool," Foaly had told him. "It offends my eyes. You look like a monkey passing a coconut." 

"Very well," Butler had said in his gravelly bass. "I accept the gift, if only to preserve your eyes." 

In truth he had been mightily glad to have a comfortable chair, being more than six and a half feet tall in a city built for three-footers. 

The bodyguard stood and stretched, flattening his palms against the ceiling, which was double-height by fairy standards. Thank god Argon had a taste for the grandiose or Butler wouldn't have even been able to stand up straight in the clinic. To Butler's mind, the building, with its vaulted ceilings, gold-flecked tapestries, and retro sim-wood sliding doors, looked more like a monastery where the monks had taken a vow of wealth than a medical facility. Only the wall-mounted laser hand-sanitizers and the occasional elfin nurse bustling past gave any hint that this place was actually a clinic. 

I am so glad this detail is coming to an end, Butler had been thinking at least once every five minutes for the past fortnight. He had been in tight spots many times, but there was something about being confined in a city clamped to the underside of the Earth's crust that made him feel claustrophobic for the first time in his life. 

Artemis emerged from Argon's office, his self-satisfied smirk even more pronounced than usual. When Butler saw this expression, he knew that his boss was back in control of his faculties and that his Atlantis Complex had been certified as cured. 

No more counting words. No more irrational fear of the number four. No more paranoia and delusions. Thank goodness for that. 

He asked anyway, just to be certain. "Well, Artemis, how are we?" 

Artemis buttoned his navy woolen suit jacket. "We are fine, Butler. That is to say that I, Artemis Fowl the Second, am one hundred percent functional, which is about five times the functionality of an average person. Or to put it another way: one point five Mozarts. Or three quarters of a daVinci." 

"Only three quarters? You're being modest." 

"Correct,'" said Artemis, smiling. "I am." 

Butler's shoulders sagged an inch with relief. Inflated ego, supreme self-confidence. Artemis was most definitely his old self. 

"Very good. Let's pick up our escort and be on our way then, shall we? I want to feel the sun on my face. The real sun, not the UV lamps they have down here." 

Artemis felt a pang of sympathy for his bodyguard, an emotion he had been experiencing more and more in recent months. It was difficult enough for Butler to be inconspicuous among humans; down here, he could hardly have attracted more attention if he had been wearing a clown suit and juggling fireballs. 

"Very well," agreed Artemis. "We will pick up our escort and depart. Where is Holly?" 

Butler jerked a thumb down the hallway."Where she generally is. With the clone." 

Captain Holly Short of the Lower Elements Police Recon division stared at the face of her archenemy and felt only pity. Of course, had she been gazing at the real Opal Koboi and not a cloned version, then pity might not have been the last emotion on her list, but it would certainly have ranked far below rage and intense dislike bordering on hatred. But this was a clone, grown to provide the megalomaniacal pixie with a body double so that she could be spirited from protective custody in the J. Argon Clinic. 

Holly pitied the clone because she was a pathetic, dumb creature who had never asked to be created. Cloning was a banned science, both for religious reasons and for the more obvious fact that, without a life force or soul to power their systems, clones were doomed to a short life of negligent brain activity and organ failure. 

This particular clone had lived out most of its days in an incubator, struggling for each breath since it had been removed from the chrysalis in which it had been grown. 

"Not for much longer, little one," Holly whispered, touching the ersatz pixie's forehead through the sterile gloves built into the incubator wall. 

Holly could not have said for sure why she had begun to visit the clone. Perhaps it was because Argon had told her that no one else ever had. 

She came from nowhere. She has no friends. 

She had at least two friends now. Artemis had taken to joining Holly on her visits and often would sit silently beside her, which was very unusual for him. 

The clone's official designation was Unauthorized Experiment 14, but one of the clinic's wits had named her Nopal, which was a cruel play on the name Opal and the term no pal. Cruel or not, the name stuck; and now even Holly used it, though with tenderness. 

Argon assured her that Unauthorized Experiment 14 had no mental faculties, but Holly was sure that sometimes Nopal's milky eyes reacted when she visited. Could the clone actually recognize her? 

Holly gazed at Nopal's delicate features and was inevitably reminded of her gene donor. 

That pixie is poison, she thought bitterly. Whatever she touches withers and dies. 

Artemis entered the room and stood beside Holly, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder. 

"They're wrong about Nopal," said Holly. "She feels things. She understands." 

Artemis knelt down. "I know. I taught her something last week. Watch." 

He placed his hand on the glass, tapping the fingers in sequence slowly, building up a rhythm. "It is an exercise developed by Cuba's Dr. Parnassus. He uses it to generate a response from infants, even chimpanzees." 

Artemis continued to tap, and slowly Nopal responded, raising her hand laboriously to Artemis's, slapping the glass clumsily in an attempt to copy his rhythm. 

"There, you see?" said Artemis. "Intelligence." 

Holly bumped him gently, shoulder to shoulder, which was her version of a hug. "I knew your brains would eventually come in handy." 

The acorn cluster on the breast of Holly's LEP jumpsuit vibrated, and Holly touched her wi-tech earring, accepting the call. A quick glance at her wrist computer told her that the call was from LEP technical consultant Foaly, and that the centaur had labeled it urgent. 

"Foaly. What is it? I'm at the clinic, babysitting Artemis." 

The centaur's voice was crystal clear over the Haven City wireless network. 

"I need you back at Police Plaza, right now. Bring the Mud Boy." 

The centaur sounded theatrical, but then Foaly would play the drama queen if his carrot souffl? collapsed. 

"That's not how it works, Foaly. Consultants don't give orders to captains." 

"We have a Koboi sighting coming through on a satellite. It's a live feed," countered the technical consultant. 

"We're on our way," said Holly, severing the connection. 

They picked up Butler in the corridor. Artemis, Holly, and Butler were three allies who had weathered battlefields, rebellions, and conspiracy together and had developed their own crisis shorthand. 

Butler saw that Holly was wearing her business face. 

"Situation?" 

Holly strode past, forcing the others to follow. 

"Opal," she said in English. 

Butler's face hardened. "Eyes on?" 

"Satellite link." 

"Origin?" asked the bodyguard. 

"Unknown." 

They hurried down the retro corridor toward the clinic's courtyard. Butler outstripped the group and held open the old-fashioned hinged door, with a stained window depicting a thoughtful doctor comforting a weeping patient. 

"Are we taking the Stick?" asked the bodyguard, his tone suggesting that he would rather not take the Stick. 

Holly walked through the doorway. "Sorry, big man. Stick time." 

Artemis had never been one for public transport, human or fairy, and so asked, "What's the stick?" 

The Stick was the street name for a series of conveyor belts that ran in parallel strips along Haven City's network of blocks. It was an ancient and reliable mode of transport from a less litigious time, which operated on a hop-on / hop-off system similar to certain human airport-walkway systems. There were platforms throughout the city, and all a person had to do was step on a belt and grab hold of one of the carbon-fiber stalks that sprouted upward from it. Hence the name Stick. 

Artemis and Butler had of course seen the Stick before, but Artemis had never planned to use such an undignified mode of transport and so had never even bothered to find out its name. Artemis knew that, with his famous lack of coordination, any attempt to hop casually onto the belt would result in a humiliating tumble. For Butler, the problem was not one of coordination or lack of it. He knew that, with his bulk, it would be difficult just to keep his feet inside the belt's width. 

"Ah, yes," said Artemis. "The Stick. Surely a green cab would be faster?" 

"Nope," said Holly, hustling Artemis up the ramp to the platform, then poking him in the kidneys at just the right time so that he stepped unconsciously onto the belt, his hand landing on one stick's bulbous grip. 

"Hey," said Artemis, perhaps the third time in his life he had used a slang expletive. "I did it." 

"Next stop, the Olympics," said Holly, who had mounted the platform behind him. "Come on, bodyguard," she called over her shoulder to Butler. "Your principal is heading toward a tunnel." 

Butler shot the elf a look that would cow a bull. Holly was a dear friend, but her teasing could be relentless. He tiptoed onto the belt, squeezing his enormous feet onto a single section and bending his knees to grasp the tiny stick. In silhouette, he looked like the world's bulkiest ballerina attempting to pluck a flower. 

Holly might have grinned had Opal Koboi not been on her mind. 

The Stick belt trundled its passengers from the Argon Clinic along the border of an Italian-style piazza toward a low tunnel, which had been laser-cut from solid rock. Fairies lunching al fresco froze with forkfuls of salad halfway to their mouths as the unlikely trio passed by. 

The sight of a jumpsuit-clad LEP officer was common enough on a Stick belt, but a gangly human boy dressed like an undertaker and a troll-sized, buzz-cut man-mountain were quite unusual. 

The tunnel was barely three feet high so Butler was forced to prostrate himself over three sections, flattening several handgrips in the process. His nose was no more than a few feet from the tunnel wall, which he noticed was engraved with beautiful luminous pictograms depicting episodes from the People's history. 

So the young fairies can learn something about their own heritage each time they pass through. How wonderful, thought Butler, but he suppressed his admiration as he had long ago disciplined his brain to concentrate on bodyguard duties and not waste neurons being amazed while he was below ground. 

Save it for retirement, he thought. Then you can cast your mind back and appreciate art. 

Police Plaza was a cobbled crest into which the shape of the Lower Elements Police acorn insignia had been painstakingly paved by master craftsmen. It was a total waste of effort as far as the LEP officers were concerned, as they were not generally the type who were inclined to gaze out of the fourth-floor windows and marvel at how the sim-sunlight caught the rim of each gold-leafed cobble and set the whole arrangement a-twinkling. 

On this particular day it seemed that everyone on the fourth floor had slid from their cubicles like pebbles on a tilted surface and gathered in a tight cluster by the Situation room, which adjoined Foaly's office/laboratory. 

Holly made directly for the narrowest section of the throng and used sharp elbows to inch through the strangely silent crowd. Butler simply cleared his throat once, and the crowd peeled apart as though magnetically repelled from the giant human. Artemis took the path into the Situation room to find Commander Trouble Kelp and Foaly standing before a wall-sized screen, raptly following unfolding events. 

Foaly noticed the gasps that followed Butler wherever he went in Haven, and glanced around. 

"May the fours be with you," the centaur whispered to Artemis―his standard greeting/joke for the past six months. 

"I am cured, as you well know," said Artemis. "What is going on here?" 

Holly cleared a space beside Trouble Kelp, who seemed to be morphing into her former boss, Commander Julius Root, as the years went on. Commander Kelp was so brimful of gung-ho that he had taken the name Trouble upon graduation and had once tried to arrest a troll for littering, which accounted for the sim-skin patch on the tip of his nose that glowed yellow from a certain angle. 

"Haircut's new, Skipper," Holly said. "Old Beet Root had one just like it." 

Commander Kelp did not take his eyes from the screen. Holly was joshing because she was nervous, and Trouble knew it. She was right to be nervous. In fact, outright fear would have been more appropriate, given the situation that was being beamed in to them. 

"Watch the show, Captain," he said tightly. "It's pretty self-explanatory." 

There were three figures on-screen, a kneeling prisoner and two captors, but Holly did not place Opal Koboi right away because she was searching for the pixie among the standing pair. She realized with a jolt that Opal was the prisoner. 

"This is a trick," she said. "It must be." 

Commander Kelp shrugged. Watch it and see. 

Artemis stepped closer to the screen, scanning the picture for information. "You are sure this is live?" 

"It's a live feed," said Foaly. "I suppose they could be sending us a pre-record." 

"Where is it coming from?" 

Foaly checked the tracer map on his own screen. The call line ran from a fairy satellite down to South Africa and from there to Miami and then on to a hundred other places, like the scribble of an angry child. 

"They jacked a satellite and ran the line through a series of shells. Could be anywhere." 

"The sun is high," Artemis mused aloud. "I would guess by the shadows that it is early noon. If it is actually a live feed." 

"That narrows it down to a quarter of the planet," said Foaly caustically. 

The hubbub in the room rose as, onscreen, one of the two bulky gnomes standing behind Opal drew a human automatic handgun, the chrome weapon looking like a cannon in his fairy fingers. 

It seemed as though the temperature had suddenly dropped in the Situation room. 

"I need quiet," said Artemis. "Get these people out of here." 

On most days, Trouble Kelp would have argued that Artemis had no authority to clear a room and would possibly have invited even more people into the cramped office just to prove his point, but this was not most days. 

"Everybody out," he barked at the assembled officers. "Holly, Foaly, and the Mud Boy, stay where you are." 

"I think perhaps I'll stay too," said Butler, shielding the top of his head from lamp burn with one hand. 

Nobody objected. 

Usually the LEP officers would shuffle with macho reluctance when ordered to move, but in this instance they rushed to the nearest monitor, eager not to miss a single frame of unfolding events. 

Foaly shut the door behind them with a swing of his hoof, then darkened the window glass so there would be no distraction from outside. The remaining five stood in a ragged semicircle before the wall screen, watching what would appear to be the last minutes of Opal Koboi's life. One of the Opal Kobois, at any rate. 

There were two gnomes onscreen, both wearing full-face anti-UV party masks that could be programmed to resemble anyone. These had been modeled on Pip and Kip, two popular kitty-cat cartoon characters on PPTV, but the figures were still recognizable as gnomes because of their stocky barrel torsos and bloated forearms. They stood before a nondescript gray wall, looming over the tiny pixie who knelt in the mud tracks of some wheeled vehicle, waterline creeping along the legs of her designer tracksuit. Opal's wrists were bound and her mouth taped, and she seemed genuinely terrified. 

The gnome with the pistol spoke through a vox-box in the mask, disguising his voice as Pip the kitty-cat. 

"I can't make it any plainer," he squeaked, and somehow the cartoon voice made him seem more dangerous. "We got one Opal, you got the other. You let your Opal go and we don't kill this one. You had twenty minutes, now you have fifteen." 

Pip the kitty-cat cocked his weapon. 

Butler tapped Holly's shoulder. 

"Did he just say—?" 

"Yeah. Fifteen minutes, or Opal's dead." 

Butler popped a translator bud into his ear. This was too important to trust to his dubious grasp of Gnommish. 

Trouble Kelp was incredulous. "What kind of deal is that? Give us a terrorist or we kill a terrorist?" 

"We can't just let someone be murdered before our eyes," said Holly. 

"Absolutely not," agreed Foaly. "We are not humans." 

Artemis cleared his throat. 

"Sorry, Artemis," said the centaur. "But you humans are a bloodthirsty bunch. Sure, we may produce the occasional power-crazed pixie, but by and large the People are peace-loving folk. Which is probably why we live down here in the first place." 

Trouble Kelp actually snarled, one of his leadership devices―which not many people could carry off, especially when they stood barely more than three feet high in what Artemis was sure were stacked boots. But Trouble's snarl was convincing enough to stifle the bickering. 

"Focus, people," he said. "I need solutions here. Under no circumstances can we release Opal Koboi, but we can't just stand by and allow her to be murdered either." 

The computer had picked up the references to Koboi on-screen and had elected to run her file on a side screen, in case anyone needed their memory refreshed. 

Opal Koboi. Certified genius pixie industrialist and inventor. Orchestrated the goblin coup and insurrection. Cloned herself to escape prison and attempted to lead the humans to Haven. Responsible for the murder of Commander Julius Root. Had human pituitary gland grafted to manufacture growth hormone (subsequently removed). Younger version of Opal followed Captain Short from the past and is currently at large in present time line. It is assumed that she will attempt to free her incarcerated self and return to her own time stream. Opal is in the unprecedented position of occupying places one and two on the LEP Most Dangerous list. Categorized as highly intelligent, motivated, and psychotic. 

This is a bold move, Opal, thought Artemis. And with potentially catastrophic repercussions. 

He felt rather than saw Holly at his elbow. 

"What do you think, Artemis?" 

Artemis frowned. "My first impression is to call it a bluff. But Opal's plans always account for first impressions." 

"It could be a ruse. Perhaps those goblins would simply shoot her with a blank?" 

Artemis shook his head. "No. That would deliver no payoff other than momentary horror on our part. Opal has planned this so that she wins, whatever the eventuality. If you free her, then she's free. If the younger Opal dies, then . . . Then what?' 

Butler weighed in. "You can do all sorts of things with special effects these days. What if they computer-graphic her head to explode?" 

Artemis was disappointed in this theory, which he felt he had already discounted. "No, Butler. Think. Again, there's nothing to gain." 

Foaly snorted. "At any rate, if they do kill her, we will know very soon whether this whole thing is real or not." 

Artemis half laughed. "True. We will certainly know." 

Butler groaned. This was one of those times when Artemis and Foaly were aware of something sciencey and assumed that everyone else in the room also had all the facts. Moments like this were guaranteed to drive Holly crazy. 

"What are you talking about?" shouted Holly. "What will we know? How will we know whatever it is?" 

Artemis stared down at her as though waking from a dream. "Really, Holly? You have two versions of the same individual occupying a time stream, and you are unaware of the ramifications?" 

Onscreen the gnomes stood like statues behind the shivering pixie. The armed one, Pip, occasionally checked a wristwatch by tugging his sleeve with his gun barrel, but otherwise they waited patiently. Opal pleaded with her eyes, staring at the camera lens, fat tears streaming down her cheeks, sparkling in the sunlight. Her hair seemed thinner than usual and unwashed. Her Juicy Couture tracksuit, purchased no doubt from the children's section of some exclusive store, was torn in several places, the rips caked in blood. The picture was super-high-def and so clear that it was like looking through a window. If this was a spurious threat, then young Opal did not know it. 

Trouble pounded the desk, an affectation of Julius Root's that he had adopted. 

"What are the ramifications? Tell me." 

"Just to be clear," said Artemis, "do you wish to be told what the word ramifications means? Or to know what the ramifications are?" 

Holly elbowed Artemis in the hip, speeding him along. "Artemis, we're on a clock, here." 

"Very well, Holly. Here is the problem. . . ." 

"Come on," pleaded Foaly. "Let me explain. This is my kingdom, and I will be simple and to the point, I promise." 

"Go on, then," said Trouble, who was known for his love of simple and to the point. 

Holly laughed. A single harsh bark. She could not believe everyone continued to act like their everyday selves even though a life was at stake. 

We have become desensitized, like the humans. 

Whatever Opal had done, she was still a person. There had been dark days when Holly had dreamed of hunting the pixie down and issuing a little mud-man justice, but those days were gone. 

Foaly tugged at his outrageously coiffed forelock. 

"All beings are made of energy," he began in the typical pompous imparting important info voice that he used at times like this. "When these beings die, their energy slowly dissipates and returns to the earth." He paused dramatically. "But what if a being's entire existence is suddenly negated by a quantum anomaly?" 

Trouble raised his arms. "Whoa! Simple and to the point, remember?" 

Foaly rephrased. "Okay. If young Opal dies, then old Opal cannot continue to exist." 

It took Trouble a second, but he got it. "So, will it be like in the movies? She will fizzle out of existence, and we will all look a bit puzzled for a moment, then forget about her?" 

Foaly snickered. "That's one theory." 

"What's the other theory?" 

The centaur paled suddenly and uncharacteristically yielded the floor to Artemis. 

"Why don't you explain this bit?" Foaly said. "I just flashed on what could actually happen, and I need to start making calls." 

Artemis nodded curtly. "The other theory was first postulated by your own Professor Bahjee over five centuries ago. Bahjee believes that if the time stream is polluted by the arrival of the younger version of a being and that younger version subsequently dies, then the present-tense version of the being will release all its energy spontaneously and violently. Not only that, but anything that exists because of the younger Opal will also combust." 

Violently  and combust were words that Commander Kelp understood well. 

"Release its energy? How violently?" 

Artemis shrugged. "That depends on the object or being. Matter is changed instantaneously into energy. A huge explosive force will be released. We could even be talking about nuclear fission." 

Holly felt her heart speed up. "Fission? Nuclear fission?" 

"Basically," said Artemis. "For living beings. The objects should cause less damage." 

"Anything Opal made or contributed to will explode?" 

"No. Just the things she influenced in the past five years of our time line, between her two ages, though there will probably be some temporal ripples on either side." 

"Are you talking about all of Opal's company's weapons that are still in commission?" asked Holly. 

"And the satellites," added Trouble. "Every second vehicle in the city." 

"It is just a theory," said Artemis. "There is yet another theory that suggests nothing at all will happen, other than one person dying. Physics trumps quantum physics, and things go on as normal." 

Holly found herself red-faced with sudden fury. "You're talking as though Opal is already dead." 

Artemis was not sure what to say. "We are staring into the abyss, Holly. In a short time, many of us could be dead. I need to stay detached." 

Foaly looked up from his computer panel. "What do you think about percentages, Mud Boy?" 

"Percentages?" 

"Theory-wise." 

"Oh, I see. How likely are the explosions?" 

"Exactly." 

Artemis thought about it. "All things considered, I would say about ninety percent. If I were a betting man and there was someone to take this kind of bet, I would put my last gold coin on it." 

Trouble paced the small office. "We need to release Opal. Let her go now." 

Now Holly was uncertain. "Let's think about this, Trubs." 

The commander turned on her. "Didn't you hear what the human said? Fission! We can't have fission underground." 

"I agree, but it could still be a trick." 

"The alternative is too terrible. We turn her loose and hunt her down. Get Atlantis on the line now. I need to speak to the warden at the Deeps. Is it still Viny?ya?" 

Artemis spoke quietly but with the commanding tone that had made him a natural leader since the age of ten. 

"It's too late to free Opal. All we can do is save her life. That's what she planned for all along." 

"Save her life?" objected Trouble. "But we still have . . ." Commander Kelp checked the countdown clock. "Ten minutes." 

Artemis patted Holly's shoulder, then stepped away from her. "If fairy bureaucracy is anything like the human kind, you won't be able to get Opal into a shuttle in that time. What you might be able to do is get her down to the reactor core." 

Kelp had not yet learned the hard way to shut up and let Artemis explain, and so kept asking questions, slowing down the process, wasting valuable seconds. 

"Reactor core? What reactor core?" 

Artemis raised a finger. "One more question, Commander, and I will be forced to have Butler restrain you." 

Kelp was a breath away from ejecting Artemis or charging him with something, but the situation was critical, and if there was a chance that this human could in some way help . . . 

He clenched his fists till his fingers creaked. "Okay. Talk." 

"The Deeps is powered by a natural fission reactor in a uranium ore layer set on a bed of granite similar to the one in Oklo, Gabon," said Artemis, tugging the facts from his memory. "The People Power Company harvest the energy in small pods set into the uranium. These pods are constructed with science and magic to withstand a moderate nuclear blast. This is taught in schools here. Every fairy in the room knows this, correct?" 

Everyone nodded. Technically it was correct, as they did know it now. 

"If we can place Opal inside the pod before the deadline, then the blast will at least be contained, and theoretically, if we pump in enough anti-rad foam, Opal might even retain her physical integrity. Though that is something I would not bet my last gold coin on. Opal, apparently, is prepared to take the risk." 

Trouble was tempted to poke Artemis in the chest but wisely resisted. "You're saying that all of this is an elaborate escape plan?" 

"Of course," said Artemis. "And not all that elaborate. Opal is forcing you to release her from her cell. The alternative is the utter destruction of Atlantis and every soul in it, which is unthinkable to anyone except Opal herself." 

Foaly had already brought up the prison plans. "The reactor core is less than a hundred meters below Opal's cell. I'm contacting the warden now." 

Holly knew that Artemis was a genius and there was no one more qualified to second guess kidnappers, but they still had options. 

She gazed at the figures onscreen and was chilled by how casual the gnomes seemed, in the light of what they were about to do. They slouched like adolescents, barely glancing at their captor, cocky in their abilities and not even a jot self-conscious about their cartoon-character smart-masks, which "read" their faces and displayed the appropriate emotions in exaggerated cartoon style. Smart-masks were very popular with the karaoke crowd, who could then look like their idols as well as trying to sound like them. 

Perhaps they don't know exactly what's at stake here, Holly thought suddenly. Perhaps they are as clueless as I was ten seconds ago. 

"Can they hear us?" she asked Foaly. 

"They can, but we haven't responded yet. Just press the button." 

This was just an old figure of speech; there was of course no actual button, just a sensor on the touch screen. 

"Hold it, Captain!" ordered Trouble. 

"I am a trained negotiator, sir," said Holly, hoping the respect in her tone would get her what she wanted. "And I was once . . ." She glanced guiltily at Artemis, sorry that she had to play this card. "I was once a hostage myself, so I know how these things go. Let me talk to them." 

Artemis nodded encouragingly, and Holly knew that he understood her tactics. 

"Captain Short is correct, Commander," he said. "Holly is a natural communicator. She even managed to get through to me." 

"Do it," barked Trouble. "Foaly, you keep trying to reach Atlantis. And assemble the Council, we need to begin evacuating both cities now." 

Though their real faces were hidden, the gnomes' cartoon expressions were bored now. It was in the slant of their heads and the bend of their knees. Perhaps this whole thing was not as exciting as they had hoped it would be. After all, they could not see their audience, and no one had responded to their threats. What had started out as a revolutionary action was now beginning to look like two big gnomes picking on a pixie. 

Pip waggled his gun at Kip, and the meaning was clear.  Why don't we just shoot her now? 

Holly activated the microphone with a wave of her hand. 

"Hello, you there. This is Captain Holly Short of the LEP. Can you hear me?" 

The gnomes perked up immediately, and Pip even attempted a whistle, which came through the vox-box as a raspberry. 

"Hey, Captain Short. We heard of you. I've seen pictures. Not too shabby, Captain." 

Holly bit back a caustic retort. Always avoid unnecessary confrontation with a kidnapper. 

"Thank you, Pip. Should I call you Pip?" 

"You, Holly Short, can call me anything and anytime you like," squeaked Pip, and he extended his free hand toward his partner for a knuckle bump. 

Holly was incredulous. These two were about to totally incapacitate the entire fairy world, and they were goofing about like two goblins at a fireball party. 

"Okay, Pip," she continued evenly. "What can we do for you today?" 

Pip shook his head sorrowfully at Kip. "Why are the pretty ones always stupid?" He turned to the camera. "You know what you can do for us. We told you already. Release Opal Koboi, or the younger model is gonna take a long sleep. And by that I mean, get shot in the head." 

"You need to give us some time to show good faith. Come on, Pip. One more hour? For me?" 

Pip scratched his head with the gun barrel, pretending to consider it. "You are cute, Holly. But not that cute. If I give you another hour, you'll track me down somehow and drop a time-stop on my head. No thanks, Cap. You have ten minutes. If I was you, I would get that cell open or call the undertaker." 

"These kind of things take time, Pip," persisted Holly, repeating the name, forging a bond. "It takes three days to pay a parking fine." 

Pip shrugged. "Not my problem, babe. And you can call me Pip all day and it won't make us BFFs. It ain't my real name." 

Artemis deactivated the microphone. "This one is smart, Holly. Don't play with him, just tell the truth." 

Holly nodded and switched on the mike. "Okay, whatever your name is. Let me give it to you straight. There's a good chance that if you shoot young Opal, then we're going to have a series of very big explosions down here. A lot of innocent people will die." 

Pip waved his gun carelessly. "Oh yeah, the quantum laws. We know about that, don't we, Kip?" 

"Quantum laws," said Kip. "Of course we know about that." 

"And you don't care that good fairies, gnomes that could be related to you, will die?" 

Pip raised his eyebrows so that they jutted over the top of the mask. "You like any of your family, Kip?" 

"Ain't got no family. I'm an orphan." 

"Really? Me too." 

While they bantered, Opal shivered in the dirt, trying to speak through the tape. Foaly would get voice analysis on the muffled mumbles later—if there was a later—but it didn't take a genius to figure out she was pleading for her life. 

"There must be something you need," said Holly. 

"There is one thing," replied Pip. "Could I get your com-code? I sure would love to hook up for a sim-latte when this is all over. Might be a while, of course, what with Haven City being in ruins." 

Foaly put a text box on the screen. It read: They're moving Opal now. 

Holly flickered her eyelids to show she understood, then continued with the negotiation. "Here's the situation, Pip. We have nine minutes left. You can't get someone out of Atlantis in nine minutes. It's not possible. They need to suit up, pressurize, maybe; go through the conduits to open sea. Nine minutes is not long enough." 

Pip's theatrical responses were getting a little hard to take. "Well then, I guess a lot of people are going swimming. Fission can put a hell of a hole in the shield." 

Holly broke. "Don't you care about anyone? What's the going rate for genocide?" 

Pip and Kip actually laughed. 

"It's a horrible feeling, impotency, ain't it?' said Pip. "But there are worse feelings. Drowning, for example." 

"And getting crushed by falling buildings," added Kip. 

Holly banged her tiny fists on the console. 

These two are so infuriating. 

Pip stepped close to the camera so his mask filled the screen. "If I don't get a call from Opal Koboi in the next few minutes, telling me she is in a shuttle on her way to the surface, then I will shoot this pixie. Believe it." 

Foaly rested his head in his hands. "I used to love Pip and Kip," he said. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2012

    The best series ever

    The past seven were great. This one is sure to be epic. Just please don't make a movie out of the series. Hollywood has a bad rep with destorying books made into movies

    47 out of 62 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2012

    It can't end this way! No, no! I can't believe Eoin Colfer thoug

    It can't end this way! No, no! I can't believe Eoin Colfer thought of this as the ending when he promised he wouldn't stop writing about Artemis and then THIS. I was shocked between disbelief, dissapointment, and dispair. Oh, Artemis, I can't believe this is the end. Or that the end came about in this manner (or should I say "manor"?). At the very least, I hope, hope, hope there is Never, EVER a movie because I like to think selfishly of the novels as secrets of true fans. Nitwit movie watchers would never understand, could never completely grasp and the maddening humor.

    28 out of 30 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 13, 2012

    Very Fun Read (Minor Spoilers)

    I've always been a big fan of the series, and have some mixed emotion about this last book. I did enjoy it, but it did seem to lack the spark that most of the others had. I can imagine that it's hard to come up with new stories all the time, but some of this did feel a little rushed to me. This was the big showdown with Koboi, and it certain hits home (pun intended) for Artemis, but some things felt a little out of place to me. Some knowledge was given way too easily in the beginning from characters who wouldn't normally have known anything about it (Dr. Argon) and the whole Atlantis Complex plays almost no role in the story. I admit I wasn't a fan of it in the previous book, but it's almost like Colfer just decided to drop the idea, too. It's just cured between the books, so it's like "Hey, remember that whole disease we spent the whole last book dealing with? Well, it's all fixed now." Again, it's probably for the best, but something I felt I should bring up because it struck me as out of the ordinary. I also wasn't very convinced that Koboi should have the kind of knowledge she does, since she never dealt with magic before, she was always focused on technology, and even became human, but now she's an expert of ancient rituals and black magic. Possible, but I'm not so sure. Though bonus points for dealing with the Koboi from the past in such an . . . evil way. The ending was actually a pretty good one. I know Colfer didn't want to explicitly have Artemis and Holly end up together (I'm a pretty avid proponent of them), but it is left open enough that everyone could pretty easily imagine them later on without any issues with the story. All in all, a must read for Artemis Fowl fans, and despite my issues with it a very fun read. I'd recommend this book, though I'd tell anyone to start with the original first for obvious reasons. I'm truly sorry to see this series end, there have been some highs and lows, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.

    22 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2012

    Read it read it read it *says like a chant*

    I read it its reallyz gud you all should read it too
    *your not using proper english-Leo*
    I dont carez!
    *facepalm*
    Any1 else eaiting 4 da Mark of Athena??????? Iknow i is!

    22 out of 49 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2012

    High Hopes

    Yes! Koboi is back! I cannot wait to see how the series ends!

    17 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2012

    cant wait!!!!

    Love this series. Clever an creative like a puzzle everything comes together in thw end

    16 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2012

    Amzing series

    This series is excellent. I can not wait for this one to come out

    10 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2012

    His wiill

    I want to read artys will :) this series really hits home for me, my best friend is a genius like dear fowl :) classified geniusby his iq level not me bragging about him XD thiing about him is personality wise hes just like af, sarcastic...cocky..but hes really sweet to thoes who get through to him :) i cried so hard when arty died because it was impossibly easy to replace him with my best friend during that moment. Of course the guy who means more too me than life would be the natural heroic type making it ridiculously easy to fit him into thhat scenario :P and hes reading over my should smirking at the more than life line and chastising me for wasting time reviewing a book about a stupid genius XP i honestly cant tell if he purposly said stupid genius or if im being mocked again XD

    7 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2013

    It's official!  Eion Colfer has done what no author to few autho

    It's official!  Eion Colfer has done what no author to few authors did before(that I know of) has killed off the main character!  Okay, that was a bit harsh, but you book nerds out there, you know what I mean.
    If you look at a LOT of other books, you see that only a few of actually exceptional authors have the guts to kill off the main character.  Even fewer, I suppose, do it not out of vain but for the meaning of the story itself.  And Colfer has DONE IT!  He made the entire series into a memorable, fantastic adventures making you wonder what will happen next all the time.
    This is amazing.  I mean, SERIOUSLY.  The entire series is nicely written and Artemis' emotions are always so...  In place.  This whole series has this quiet feel to it that I slightly notice - the sometimes emotional parts, and the fact that someone like Artemis, coming from a person of crime could amount to this is just amazing to see.  His character was interesting to see evolve throughout the story.
    Yes, I know.  I am one of many who is reviewing this story and loving it.  Those who don't *shrugs* Haters gunna hate.  Sorry to say you don't see this story quite the way I and probably many others do.  But, let me tell you, I can't thank Eion enough for dragging me into this series and finishing it with a ending that takes you back to the beginning...
    So, Eion.  ThAnK yOu WiTh AlL mY hEaRt CaN mAnAgE.  :]

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2012

    Enjoyable

    I have been reading the AF series since sixth grade ( and I'll be in 9th thus fall) As with all series, I was sad to see it end. I think this book was an okay book. At points, it seemed rushed, but the ending was interesting. I very much liked the last paragraph. ;)

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2012

    Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

    Best book ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2012

    A very good book in the artemis fowl serires

    Eoin colfer is a very talented author and should b praised in her work on this series

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2012

    Me

    Eoin need to make a short story telling what happen with artemis and holly and if artemis recover his memory.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2012

    Not what I hoped for.

    Most of the Artemis Fowl books have been an amaxing treat, but this last installment did not match up to the usual genius. (Yes, that is a terrible pun.) The plot seemed thrown together, haphazard, and few things were explained before they came into play. It made most of the action unbelievable. However, the ultimate funny man, the book was funny and light hearted.
    However, overall it seemed incomplete. It fell far beneath the standard I have come to expect from Colfer.

    4 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2012

    CANT WAIT

    Hurry up and come out!

    4 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 14, 2012

    An exceptional reading that provides plenty of wits and humor to

    An exceptional reading that provides plenty of wits and humor to deem this book as wonderful, magical, and above all, ingenious. There were some parts that could have been improved, but The Last Guardian still provides a satisfying conclusion to the New York Time's bestselling series. Fans will not be disappointed, other readers will be slightly disappointed. May Artemis Fowl live on, and that's a literal term, if you know what I mean.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    CANNNOT WAIT

    D

    3 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2014

    This book really took a giant sh*t in my cornflakes. This has be

    This book really took a giant sh*t in my cornflakes. This has been my favourite book series for the past 7 years. Up until the end it was magnificent, and then it came to my knowledge that Colfer wasn't going to write any more Artemis Fowl books. When I realised this I could not help but see the fact that there are a great number of QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED by this book!
    1. Does Artemis regain his full memory?
    2. What happens to Beckett and Myles? After all they're only young, what do they do when they grow up?
    3. Will Artemis get a girlfriend? (And to be clear, Holly and Artemis was never going to happen. Fact.)
    4. What happened to Minerva Paradizo? Did she go back to France, never to be heard of again?
    5. What will Artemis do after? People who live exciting lives don't just stop living exciting lives without getting depressed.
    6. How does he explain his ressurection to his parents?
    7. There are more that I cannot remember, it's been over a year since I read these books and it's also 2am. These questions still keep me up at night and writing them here makes me feel that little bit less agitated.
    Mr Colfer needs to at least answer a few of these questions to put all of our minds at ease. Even better if he wrote a short story to tidy up those few loose ends or a short spin off series about Beckett and Myles.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2013

    Great book!!

    This is one of the best books that i have ever read!! I recomend it to anyone that is 7 or over

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 29, 2012

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    A good completion In this FINAL book of the Artemis Fowl series,

    A good completion
    In this FINAL book of the Artemis Fowl series, Arty, Holly, Butler and friends must save the world from Opal’s last stand. The plot was fun, humorous, and a little silly. Overall, a good ending to a good series. This book isn’t up to scratch with the earlier books, but it’s better than some of the later books in the series. You should certainly read it if you’ve gotten this far in the series already! From the character development in this story, I’m GUESSING (personal theory) that Colfer plans on writing a spin-off series starring Miles & Beckett. If he did, I’d certainly check it out.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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