Character: Bartimeus

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.

That is an infinite capacity for Nathaniel to state the obvious did it so delightfully human.

Nearby zaehali owl - perhaps foretold someone's demise, and maybe, just laughed at the style of hat my master.

- No, of course I knew that sooner or later some idiot in a pointy hat will call me again, but I didn't think it would be the same moron as last time!
- I don't have pointy hats!
- Nevertheless, you moron!

Of course, to discuss the owners is like comparing a pimple on the nose, some of them worse than others, but in General even the best do not decorate life.

Names are serious business, it is important to have and dangerous to lose.

The boy finished the spell. The last thread of the ultrasonic burst. And I left, leaving behind the acrid smell of sulfur. Just in memory.

A typical owner. After all, until the very end never gave me a chance to insert at least a word. Sorry. In this last moment, I would like to tell him what I think of him. While on the other hand, because at the moment we are in all ways were one, I think he already knew.

Her voice recalled broken glass in the ice bucket unexpectedly sharp and very cold.

If I violate this oath, may the camels will trample me in the sand and let me scatter the fields with manure! Is an ancient Egyptian oath. Be careful with it - it always works.