Bartimaeus trilogy. The Gate Of Ptolemy (№ 420708)

Since the days of Ancient Egypt, when I wrapped myself in a silver kite and followed the desert dunes through the dunes of the desert for the invading Kushites, I have always been and remained a specialist in tracking. Take, for example, the same Kushites: they left behind jinns in the guise of jackals and scorpions, so that they guarded behind and did not allow the enemy to sneak up. However, the kite flying high in the sky against the background of the sun easily went unnoticed. I found the camp of the Kushites, hidden among the blue-green eucalyptus of the oasis of Kharga, and brought the army of the pharaoh to them. There they lay down, every single one.