Oh, you have got to be kidding me, Holly groaned into her com as Artemis Fowl the Second slumbered on in his magic induced sleep on the floor a few feet away. Please, tell me this is one of your inappropriate jokes Foaly.
Sorry, the centaurs voice said, really not sounding apologetic at all. If anything, he sounded amused. Yeah, he would.
He wasnt the one in the room with a stupid genius that had stupidly set off the curse on the artifact that they were recovering from a Mudmen museum. He wasnt the one who had had to panic for several minutes when the boy collapsed and looked dead. And he wasnt the one who had to
There isnt any other way to break the curse, Foaly continued, false sympathy coloring his voice. Ive checked all my notes, books, and even the Old Tales. Theres no other cure.
Hollys shoulders slumped. Check again.