Jonathan Stroud

“Death is fugitive; even when you're watching for it, the actual instant somehow slips between your fingers. You don't get that sudden drop of the head you see in movies. Instead you simply sit there, waiting for something to happen, and all at once you realize you've missed it.”

“The temperature of the room dropped fast.”

“Perhaps he'd want me to conjure up an illusion. That might be fun: there was bound to be a way of misinterpreting his request and upsetting him†.”

“When I landed on the top of a lamppost in the London dusk it was peeing with rain.”

“No magical alarm sounded, though I did hit my head five times on a pebble†.”

“Remember this." he said in a soft voice. "Demons are very wicked. They will hurt you if they can. Do you understand this?”

“The old pain had started up again, throbbing in my chest, stomach, bones. It wasn't healthy to be encased in a body for so long. How humans can stand it without going completely mad, I'll never know.†”

“I'm Martha. And you are...?" A small snuffle, a smaller voice. "Nathaniel.”

“I order you, Bartimaeus, to reveal whether you have diligently and wholly carried out your charge-" "Of course I have - what do you think this is, costume jewelry?”

“Too much hate is bad for you," I ventured. "Um...”

“H-he is a messenger for you. H-h-he brings a message." "You stagger me, Simpkin! A messenger with a message! Extraordinary.”

“The darkness cloaking my mind lifted. Instantly, I was as alert as ever, crystal-sharp in all my perceptions, a coiled spring ready to explode into action. It was time to escape! Except it wasn't.”

“"Woken up, have you?" the woman said. Her voice was like broken glass in an ice bucket.†”

“In the middle of the lawn was a lake adorned with an ornamental fountain, depicting an amorous Greek god trying to kiss a dolphin.†”

“Take that stupid grin off your face," he said. "You're putting me off." "That's not much better.”

“So I departed, leaving behind a pungent smell of brimstone. Just something to remember me by.”

“I'm only introducing it because of a small sub-clause in an Official Charge that escaped my notice a year or two back. Unfortunately the author didn't forget. Like elephants, authors are – nothing contractual escapes them.”

“A better plan would be to head straight for Bart's Guide to London, since that's hugely entertaining and witty, i.e. written by me.”

“As part of my current charge I have been instructed to provide an occasional journal of my recent activities*.”

“MondayIn Other Place. Did nothing.”

“WednesdayYep, same again. Saw a few nice whirling colours and things. That's it. Easy, this journal lark, isn't it?”

“Today summoned painfully to earth by a short fat English magician with a dangerous stammer*.”

“No attack yet by Archmage. Wish he'd hurry up.”

“Spy three suspicious butterflies flitting over hedge. Check the planes. Yep, small foliots, arms flapping wildly. Wasp rises up behind them, shoots down out of sun, zaps them with Infernos, one, two, three. Burning butterflies crash-land in pond. Alert master to my triumph. She inspects charred fragments. Her scowl deepens; turns out they were her slaves, returning with valuable information.”

“[T]he magician emerges from bed and we recount our tale. Her response lacks gratitude: stammering furiously, she chides us for the damage to her lawns and flowerbed. The boy is smacked; I am Spasmed; we both spend the day with nail-clippers attending to the damage to the garden.”

“The boy did the preliminaries, sealing the circles, erecting the bonds. Now we were all subject to the rules of the summoning. But then he stopped. He did not progress. The woman looked at him furiously. "I've forgotten it," he said.”

“The boy shrugged. "I've forgotten it," was all he said. And then, "I guess I wasn't taught well enough."”

“Maybe I'd better call a halt to the journal for a bit. Until something crops up, that is, which it hopefully won't for a couple of decades. In the meantime: farewell, enjoy your futile lives, etc. This is Bartimaeus, care of The Other Place, signing off.”

“Together, we must advance unafraid into the modern age!”