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Bartimaeus Trilogy, Book One: Amulet of Samarkand, The (International Edition)

In this first book of the Bartimaeus Trilogy, readers are transported to a world where magic is real and powerful. The narrative follows Nathaniel, a seemingly ordinary boy who finds himself in possession of the Amulet of Samarkand, an ancient artifact with immense magical power. The amulet is bound to Bartimaeus, a djinn who has been trapped for centuries. As they are forced into an uneasy alliance, they embark on a quest to uncover the amulet's origins and the secrets it holds. The novel combines elements of adventure, magic, and humor, creating a captivating and imaginative tale. more

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Jonathan Stroud
Jonathan Stroud

Jonathan Stroud, born on October 27, 1970, is a renowned British children's literature author. His works are known for their rich imagination and profound thematic depth, particularly his popular 'Bartimaeus' series and 'The Amulet' series. more

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