According to some, heroic deaths are admirable things. I've never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly, or defiant you are, at the end of the day you're also dead. Which is… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“Let's have the baddish one first,' George said. 'I prefer my misery to come at me in stages, so I can acclimatize on the… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“You think so?" The boy looked down at his cross-legged form. He was sitting straight-backed, legs folded neatly in the manner of an Egyptian… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“This is what the Problem means,” he went on. “This is the effect it has. Lives lost, loved ones taken before their time. And… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
That did it. I'd gone through a lot in the past few days. Everyone I met seemed to want a piece of me: djinn,… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
The afrit batted his eyelashes with a ostentatious lack of concern. "Indeed? Have you a name?" "A name?" I cried. "I have MANY names!… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“Do you remember,” George went on, “what we found in the tunnels beneath Aickmere’s? Aside from a massive pile of human bones.” “I found” — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
The bristling eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. Mesmerized. the boy watched them disappear under the hanging white thatch of hair. There, almost coyly,… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“John Mandrake was an attractive young man, and the scent of power hung about him, sweet and intoxicating, like honeysuckle in the evening air.” — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
“George,' I croaked, 'are you okay?' 'No. Someone's buttocks are flattening my foot.' I shifted my position irritably.” — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
We grow up being told about great figures in our society, and as you get older you have to question the stories you've been… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
Jabor finally appeared at the top of the stairs, sparks of flame radiating from his body and igniting the fabric of the house around… — Jonathan Stroud Copy Share Image
