The Golem's Eye
(by Jonathon Stroud). I will be following around an interesting character named Bartimaeus during this trip. He is technically a demon, but he is not like we think of demons today. I have become incredibly intrigued by his character because demons are often considered evil in stories, and if magicians exist in stories, they are usually the heroes. However, by travelling with Bartimaeus, I have learned that such judgments may not always be true. In the London that I have visited, magicians run the city and are very often corrupted by their political and greedy power. Bartimaeus is not evil, but can be somewhat tricky if he has been mistreated by magicians, who have the power to summon the demons and force them to do their will. So it has been incredibly interesting to see a completely different and imaginative London through the perspective of a character that is typically considered to be the bad guy.
I can already tell it’s going to be a thrilling time
. Bartimaeus had been summoned to Prague by his master when I came to meet him, so I also went to Prague at first. The moment I first arrived in Prague, in the year 1868, I discovered that British troops were about to attack the Czech fortress that Bartimaeus had been ordered to protect. Magical entities of all levels of power were fighting each other, not necessarily because they wanted to, but because they had been ordered to do so. Flashes of light and rumbling crashes seemed to chase us as Bartimaeus and I ran through the trembling city. It was dusk, and from the sound of it, I thought the sun was also setting on the chances of victory for the Czechs. Bartimaeus was charged by his master to protect the emperor as he escaped to the river while other magical entities were fighting each other against their will. But when we reached the river, we were ambushed by British soldiers. Bartimaeus did not care much for his master, but a second before Bartimaeus would have been stabbed by a British demon, the master of Bartimaeus set off an explosive that accidentally killed the emperor and himself! Because the emperor died, the bond Bartimaeus had to his master disintegrated, and so he was released from his physical form just before he would have been stabbed. As we floated above the city like vapors in the wind, we could see the fighting continuing below. Bartimaeus, even though he had escaped, didn’t feel very victorious, and neither did I. But once again, I was intrigued by him; his remorse for those below and his ominous feeling for the future showed there was much more than his outwardly sarcastic demeanor. I’m looking forward to the rest of my trip with him!