...what?

I'm not dead.

I don't understand it. The last thing I remember is the Staff, and Nouda. I shouldn't be here, wherever 'here' is. It is certainly not London, but it is a city nonetheless. I have never been here, and yet...

I can't be here. I'm dead, for God's sake. I was consumed by Staff and demon.

Unless --

Bartimaeus.

Well.

This curse brings back memories. Only, the last time liquids turned to blood, I wasn't quite as conscious as I am now. I suppose that's a good thing, considering I was quite delusional as well the last time - so that whole bloody tea thing could have possibly just been a figment of my... Right. Moving on ( Read more... )

I'm thinking of writing an account of my stay here, however indefinite that may be. All the great philosophers and magicians wrote about their exploits and research, so I shall do the same. With any luck, it could cross the dimensions that bind us to this place and reach the hands of the people back home. That being said...

I don't believe this. ( Read more... )

What the bloody hell is going on here?

I’m supposed to be dead, for God’s sake, and now I’m quite alive and breathing at the moment. Not that I’m complaining or anything, it’s certainly a relief to be alive, but it is not my idea of an excellent, tea-sipping time to be thrown out of London!

Who did it? Who? Was it the Council ( Read more... )