A genius. A criminal mastermind. A millionaire. And he is only twelve years old.

That's what I thought. When I looked that human in the face, I figured he was either a genius or crazy.'Artemis's cool eyes glared at them from the screen.'So which is it?' asked Foaly. 'A genius or crazy?'Root grabbed his tri-barreled blaster from the gun rack.'What's the difference?' he snapped, strapping his trusty weapon to his hip.

this was business.

Genius inspires resentment. A sad fact of life.

Angeline, distraught over her son's obsession and afraid of the effects of the past year on Artemis's mind, signed her thirteen-year-old up for treatment with the school counselor. You have to feel sorry for him. The counselor, that is.

He needed a plan. Something audacious and brilliant. Something that had never been attempted before. Artemis was not unduly worried on that front. His brain had never let him down before.