Eoin Colfer
Eoin Colfer
Eoin Colferis an Irish author of children's books. He worked as a primary school teacher before he became a full-time writer. He is best known for being the author of the Artemis Fowl series. In September 2008, Colfer was commissioned to write the sixth installment of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, entitled And Another Thing ..., which was published in October 2009...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth14 May 1965
CityWexford, Ireland
CountryIreland
Listen to me, goblin. You're stupid, let's accept that and move on.
I waved my hand in front of my face, obi-wan style. "I am not here." Niall's mucas glands kicked into overdrive. "Eoin's dead! And his ghost is standing right there on the grass!" Donal let out a long suffering sigh. "Eoin is being a writer." Niall calmed down, becuase everyone knows writers are weird and are always doing stupid thingss.
Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you..." ... "What is it?" [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible. "Yeah," agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. "Why am I an imbecile?
No, I don't think you understand just how stupid goblins are. Let me give you an example. One of the B'wa Kell generals, and this is their top fairy, was caught caught trying to pass off forged credit slips by signing his own name.
I'm kind of in the dark. All I know is that the screenplay is finished.
I can invent my own creatures and give them their own powers. It was great fun.
I can invent my own creatures and give them their own powers
The only lesson I really wanted to get across,
I'm LEP. A captain. No rent-a-cop gnome is going to stand in the way of my orders.
If Koboi defeats and presumably murders us both then you can consider the debt null and void.
A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.
If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.
What's that supposed to mean? A wolf's head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf?
And one more thing. About my name — Artemis — you were right. In London, it is generally a female name, after the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. Artemis the hunter. I hunted you.