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“Holly moved. A second too late. The table clipped her backpack, knocking the gas tank clean off. It spun through the air, trailing flammable liquid. Italian restaurants—wouldn't you know it—full of candles. The tank twirled right through an elaborate candelabrum and burst into flames like some deadly firework.”

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Artemis Fowl

In this fantasy-adventure novel, Artemis Fowl, a teenage genius and master criminal, discovers that a magical artifact has been stolen. He enlists the help of a fairy to track down the thief and recover the artifact, leading to a series of thrilling encounters and unexpected alliances. more

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Eoin Colfer
Eoin Colfer

Eoin Colfer is an Irish author best known for his children's literature. He gained international recognition as one of the authors of the 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' continuation series. Born on May 14, 1965, Colfer's works are celebrated for their humor and imagination, appealing to young readers. more

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