Artemis- Tricking Healer

  'Butler?'

  The bodyguard reached into a pocket and drew out a half-pint of the finest Irish whiskey. Artemis took the bottle and held it teasingly beyond the shadows. He barely had time to remove his goggles when the claw-like hand darted from the gloom to snatch the whiskey. A mottled green hand. There was no doubt.

  Artemis swallowed a triumphant grin.
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  'One, you refuse to give us the Book and we go home, leaving you to rot in this sewer.'

  'Yes,' said the fairy. 'I choose this option.'

  'Ah no. Don't be so eager. If we leave without the Book, you will be dead in a day.'

  'A day! A day!'The healer laughed. 'I will outlive you by a century. Even fairies tethered to the human realm can survive the ages.'

  'Not with half a pint of holy water inside them,' said Artemis, tapping the now empty whiskey bottle.

  The fairy blanched, then screamed, a high keening horrible sound.

  'Holy water! You have murdered me, human.'

  'True,' admitted Artemis. 'It should start to burn any minute now.'

-Artemis Fowl, Chapter 1