Artemis Fowl Book Set Novels & Stories

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone

The last thing that I wanted was to be lost in a strange world with only Jason to aid or comfort me. The world was put together in a manner of shape and order that resembled home. I was surrounded by trees, grass, and hillsides. There was even an occasional rodent or field animal scurrying past us. What set it apart was the colors. It was as if a child got ahold of an artist’s palette and let its imagination go wild. Grass and the leaves on the trees were varying shades of purple. The boulders were a blue-green as was the soil. The tree trunks hinted of pink and yellow while the sky was a rich and inviting red. Only the white puffs of clouds and golden sun were the same.