ptolemy’s gate, jonathan stroud
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ptolemy’s gate, jonathan stroud
2018/05/06
“One day,” he continued, “we took him to the spice market—his favorite place, where the scents were most intoxicating.”
He was brown-skinned, bright-eyed, dressed in a white loincloth. He looked around in that way he had, his head slightly cocked to one side.
2018/05/01
when you’re trying to read but the djinni you consort with simply refuses to let you focus
He looked at her then, and the eyes, though dark, had nothing of their former emptiness. When he spoke, his voice was back to normal, but it sounded tired and sad. “If you’re going to summon djinn,” he said, “you summon their history with them. It’s wise to keep matters firmly in the present, for fear of what you might awaken.”
With great difficulty, Kitty forced herself to sit upright and face him. Her hair was wet with perspiration; she ran a hand through it and wiped her forehead. “There was no need for that. I merely mentioned—”
“A name. You ought to know what names can do.” Jonathan Stroud, Ptolemy’s Gate