If I'm understanding what you're saying right, I think I might have had the same reaction. I didn't really cry or have this horrible moment like, because the first time I read it, I had this feeling like he wasn't really dead, like there would somehow be a twist and it would turn out he survived after all. So I accepted it slowly over the course of the book, and that kind of softened the blow, I think. I know, I really loved the gn version. There was something just powerful about seeing the enormous crowds of fairies, and something about the rows of banners especially got me.
“After all, absolutely no one can help but suspect a criminal, liar, and manipulator of committing crimes, lying, and manipulating. And of course, no one is more aware of that simple fact than Artemis Fowl.”
Opal sets into motion her most diabolical scheme yet, to frame Artemis and turn his closest friends against him. Only this time she has a new calculating partner who knows Artemis better than he knows himself. [An Artemis Fowl fanfiction, set after The Atlantic Complex.]
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