01_-_The_Alchemyst

“Then it is time,” Bastet announced triumphantly.
The ancient magician nodded, shadows racing and dancing on the walls
with the movement. “It is time,” he agreed, “time for the Elder Race to return
and reclaim this earth.”
Bastet howled, the sound high-pitched and terrifying, and then the
darkness behind her boiled and shifted as thousands of cats of every breed,
of all shapes and sizes, poured into the cellar and gathered around her in an
ever-widening circle. “It is time to hunt,” she announced, “time to feed.”
The cats threw back their heads and mewled and howled. Dee found the
din utterly terrifying: it sounded like countless lost babies crying.