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I'm not really in the practice of writing book fanfiction. I don't know why, I just don't, normally.
Bartimaeus is just too cool.

Home
By Tyger.

I always know the moment I return home.
My essence always immediately feels so much better, so much more relaxed. No more pain of the living world, oh no, not for me.
Well, not until the next time I'm summoned, anyway.
For a while, I just sit at the point I returned to, soaking up the feel of Other Place, the balm that it is to my battered essence before wandering off to have a nice sleep. My former master had worked me hard. Wizards. All the same: ungrateful wretches, the lot of them.
It was good to be home.