01_-_The_Alchemyst

“No one is untouchable. She has interfered where she was not wanted.
My creatures had almost overwhelmed the car when her Ghost Wind swept
them away.”
“Flamel, the warrior Scathach and the two humani have now
disappeared,” Dee’s voice echoed, and Perry frowned, concentrating hard,
trying to follow every word. She was delighted to discover that Nicholas had
sought the assistance of Scathach: she was a formidable ally. “It’s as if they
have vanished off the face of the earth.”
“They have vanished off the face of the earth,” the Morrigan snapped.
“He’s taken them into Hekate’s Shadowrealm.”
Unconsciously, Perry nodded. Of course! Where else would Nicholas
have gone? The entrance to Hekate’s Shadowrealm in Mill Valley was
closest to San Francisco, and while the Elder was no friend to the Flamels,
she was not allied to Dee and his Dark Elders either.
“We must follow them,” the Morrigan stated flatly.
“Impossible,” Dee said reasonably. “I have neither the skills nor the
powers to penetrate Hekate’s realm.” There was a pause, and then he added,
“Nor do you. She is a First Generation Elder, you are of the Next
Generation.”
“But she is not the only Elder on the West Coast.” The Morrigan’s voice
was a snap of triumph.
“What are you suggesting?” Fear had touched Dee’s voice with a hint of
his original English accent.
“I know where Bastet sleeps.”
Perenelle Flamel sat back against the cold stone and allowed her senses
to return. Feeling came first—pins and needles racing through her fingers and
toes—then her sense of smell, and finally sight. Blinking, waiting for the tiny
colored spots of light to fade, Perry tried to make sense of what she had just
discovered.