The column hung above the middle of the pentacle, bubbling ever upward against the ceiling like the cloud of an erupting volcanoe. There was a barely perceptible pause. Then two yellow staring eyes materialized in the heart of the smoke.
Hey, it was his first time. I wanted to scare him. And it did, too.
There was a loud cough from the man on the stand. I replaced My Magic Mirror carefully on his tray, gave him a cheesy smile, and went my way.
Jonathan StroudHey, we've all got problems, chum. I'm overly talkative. You look like a field of buttercups in a suit.
Jonathan StroudTag: bartimaeus
A dozen more questions occurred to me. Not to mention twenty-two possible solutions to each one, sixteen resulting hypotheses and counter-theorems, eight abstract speculations, a quadrilateral equation, two axioms, and a limerick. That's raw intelligence for you.
Jonathan StroudTag: intelligence bartimaeus
One magician demanded I show him an image of the love of his life. I rustled up a mirror.
Jonathan StroudTag: amulet-of-samarkand bartimaeus-trilogy jonathan-stroud
According to some, heroic deaths are admirable things. I've never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly, or defiant you are, at the end of the day you're also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking.
Jonathan StroudTag: amulet-of-samarkand bartimaeus-trilogy jonathan-stroud
Check out that one at the end. He's taken the form of a footstool. Weird...but somehow I like his style."
"That is a footstool.
Tag: humor
Believe me, I know all about bottle acoustics. I spent much of the sixth century in an old sesame oil jar, corked with wax, bobbing about in the Red Sea. No one heard my hollers. In the end an old fisherman set me free, by which time I was desperate enough to grant him several wishes. I erupted in the form of a smoking giant, did a few lightning bolts, and bent to ask him his desire. Poor old boy had dropped dead of a heart attack. There should be a moral there, but for the life of me I can't see one.
Jonathan StroudTag: book-3-of-the-bartimaeus-trilogy ptolemy-s-gate
What is a gathering without unseemly drunkenness?
Jonathan StroudBut I do get afraid. It's just that fear makes me sort of . . . angry and resentful, and I bite back at it. It's hard to describe."
It isn't hard to describe, you idiot," Aud said. "It's called courage.
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