I Don't Like Lollipops.

Control Puberty?" Snorted The Bodyguard."if You Manage That, You'll Be The First.

Orion Brightened. "i Have An Idea." "yes?" Said Foaly, Daring To Hope That A Spark Of Artemis Remained. "why Don't We Look For Some Magic Stones That Can Grant Wishes? Or, If That Doesn't Work, You Could Search My Naked Body For Some Mysterious Birthmark That Means I Am Actually The Prince Of Somewhere Or Other.

The Only Other Scenario That Could Explain Everything, Up To And Including Your Own Bizarre Apperance, Is A Convoluted Conspiracy Theory Involving The Russian Mafia And A Crack Team Of Plastic Surgeons.

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

Dreams Come True All The Time, Just Not For The Dreamers